The Banyan Trees
Through the ground they push,
not so far apart, perchance,
or maybe not,
but unknowing of how they will grow.
The sun shines on them
and they will blossom.
The dark falls around them
and they will not.
The rain falls,
sometimes in joy,
sometimes in tears,
but they will grow either way.
From tiny sprouts
their branches grow, and reach out,
seeking the light,
wanting support
feeling their siblings nearby.
Then, perchance,
but maybe not,
two become entwined,
find their boughs combined
sharing strength,
nurturing, and life.
So young, with many years ahead,
these boughs go askew
they uncontrollably withdrew,
but remembering when they were,
as one they will defer
if ever comes again
this meeting, perchance,
or maybe not,
and they find themselves sidled
their joining returns unbridled
in their life as
the Banyan trees