We both climbed the mountains arboreal
Up wooden rocks so squirrel-handedly
Traversed the utmost branches just by feel
Towards the everests of each new tree.
Twin-tongued and thought to thought we reach each pause
As touch to touch and еуе to еуе we view
Тhе world below the passion of our cause
And up above - the heart of all we knew.
Amid the smell of green, I touch your face
You hold me with your eyes to help me see
We climb down to the earth enthralled with grace
With arms as tight as vines we are set free.
We are the consequence of all we'll be
And you are cause and consequence of me.