She stood gracefully in front of me, her heart completely exposed. It had been carved with a blunt knife long ago by a ruthless lover.
She was exuberant and amazonic; though others may have called her misshapen, chubby or overweight.
The trunk of her body was short, but her long arms reached up to heaven and blossomed into graceful movements that played with the bright sky above.
Out of her womb rose two long trunks, making her a trilogy.
These trunks also rose into the sky majestically, like a star receiving an ovation.
Her roots immersed themselves deep into the darkest, most moist secrets of earth, absorbing her mysteries to then sing them triumphantly to the stars.
This I saw in the tree in front of me.
This she said into my Soul.
This she mirrored for me.