They cultivated a compelling covenant
Forcefully forged from respect received
A special someone sought a salvation song
Which required redemption from their angry seas.
Feeling such soothing, sensational strength
As the tall tree grew with ground in tow
He accepted their pain with perpetual pleasure
But those raging roots had nowhere to go.
For he was the marvelous, magnificent mystic
Fantastic and free, the people his fruit
Emotionally connected down dangling denial
Their pain so chronic. Their discomfort acute.
But the treacherous time raced right by
And the faithful fruit felt forced to drop
Painful separation served sadness surreal
Bruising, regret, then the tick of the clock.
Such a glorious gift now gone with the wind
Long way down to ponder the pain
Still more sad souls seeking salvation
And a lone wayward warrior to fan their flames.
But the pressure so powerful, a voice in vain
Precipitous propagation in a vertical flow
In time not a stem could ever remain
Give all that you have, then let each one go.