A Love Story Carved in Bark

The boy returned, now tall and strong. He carved a heart and he sang a song. With gentle hands

he kissed her face. And left their names in my embrace. Seasons spun, my bark grew wide.

Through storms and winters I stood with pride. That same man came with his children

near. Their laughter rang like bells to hear. He told them tales beneath my shade.

Of how he loved, the vows he made.