A tree grows
It’s branches entwining
With another tree,
Forming a canopy
Under which pass
A lad and his lass.
Seasons pass
And sapplings grow to maturity,
While the lad and lass
We did see
Forever lie
Under sky and tree.
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K Morris - Poet 
So beautiful and nice to see them under the big tree. Lovely poem, Kevin.
Thank you. I’m really pleased you like my poem.
Welcome Kevin.
Another lovely poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I am delighted you like it. Best wishes – Kevin