The Union of the Seasons
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The winding branches clasp the mortal torso Seething and writhing branches.

The Union of the Seasons

The winding branches clasp the mortal torso

Seething and writhing branches.

The living earth and its substances.

The leaves neatly nestled in a flurried shape

To hide the vision of what the eyes try not to escape.

Scraping gently against the torso, making not a scratch

Hatching desires of nature awe, no vision can match.

The myriad of colours cascade but none are as powerful

As the one that was made by the mortal touch

This tree as such shields the irrefutable beauty.

So that no eyes can touch.

No eyes can look

And so there can be no mortal sensual touch

As much as the leaves hide the seasons change and the leaves subside

Where they once resided, they recede

And the eyes look upon and are filled with greed

More visions to have of this embrace

In a place where nature sits and waits.

Nature heeds this embrace

Nurture takes a heightened place

Let love of the wild never replace

The love you have for the one shielded in this place

The guise of nature is unveiled

And union once again seeks to prevail.

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