"To Trees in Tennessee"

O’ Blessed Beings
Your green raiment
source of our breath and being
Your stoic stance
mistaken for lifeless existence
Your immense presence
could escape human sense

This lack of cognizance
could mean a disastrous consequence
But for now you and me
in this intimate embrace
The joy of sharing each other’s breath
is beyond the joy of having a breathless wench
I can only nourish you with tears of gratitude
When I come back in winter
you will stand naked and gray
Giving a taste of what the world would be
without you being gay

You, a permanent resident
Me, a wandering vagabond
But can I ever break my breath bond?
Wait till I am done with my deeds
I will lie at your roots to nourish you with my
body’s juice
To become the sap of your sap
To put back all that is Hers into Her lap
Till then you and me in this romantic romp
Lest someone should notice
Let us carry it on without any pomp.

-: Sadhguru