Two olive trees sprung up by the sea,
At first slender and satin skinned, then tufted and heavy with fruit.
They dropped their olives like beads in a ring,
And children came to collect them.
And to sit underneath the boughs with a book or a song,
Sucking the green jewels and tossing the pits over their shoulders onto the earth.
And soon the pits became the earth, and made their way to the roots,
And the trees became each other, pit by pit.
They grew closer together until they clasped hands
And formed an archway to the sea.
A Poem from My Friend Rachel
