Her eyes

Her voice

She is the pollen to my flower

The roots to my tree

The rot of stress evaporates

The rays of her smile leaving nothing behind

The world begins to fall from the tree of time

Nothing moves in her presence

Crashing into the soil from below

Reaching new places through its roots

Almost unrecognizable beauty

Unveiling the grey death of its former tree

No where left for it to grow

How could I have never seen it

I have been given new life