To my brother's, the tree's upon my plain,Open and upright, of love and sunshine made,My landmark, my windbreak, my shelter from the rain:You gather my longings into your dappled shade.Before I spoke, you commandeered my tongue;Remnants of that lordship linger still.On your expression all my heaven hung;The least of what you wanted was my will.However much may change, this love remains,Even as new faces new days fill,Rich in yearning, as when we were young.
© ~kaka