Twin Pines

How courageous are the twin pine trees,

Like sisters doomed to learn to love.

Since hostility delivered bitter tastes

In their mouths during life before.

With eternity placing them

To face furious winters, with bitterness

Worse than spiteful words from nettled blood.

So they learned to lean on each other,

With newfound compassion watering

Their lush and lovely needled branches.

And maybe when the twin pines die,

The sisters will keep their improved truths,

Coming back closer than they ever were.