Like two phoenixes who have been mated their whole, long lives
we will rise up from our ashes
and carve out space for ourselves
in dark, lichen covered trunks.
Our arms will wrap around each other
in an eternal hug
which will become an eden for birds and squirrels and bees.
From the strength and solidness of our roots
we will remain side by side forever,
entangled in a shower of leaves and blossom.