In the union of leaf and branch There is a mystery, an unseen bond, Inviolate, unbroken. Who would divide
The vine from the branch,
The pendulous fruit from the plant?
The blossom from the flowering bush?
Here is the joining of a pallid petal
With a spray, a tendril with a twig:
A oneness till the winds have stripped the bough,
The bole, the bark, but not the rooted tree.