We Choose

I chose a tree
or did She choose me -
weeping in the silence that knows no end
we dwell in gladness,
Her and I,
for this moment that brought us to this one shared place.
We shake hands,
and hers are weathered -
yet there is something clean, and good, and pure beneath the wisdom of her years.
She knows the secrets of each man's soul.
We choose each other.
We choose.