My Jade is the ocean, My Jade is the sea My Jade is vast, her depth is a mystery

The mermaids are her sisters Both within and apart from her

Her mother is the moon that sends her to the sand Bending and building her waves the way only a mother can

Her father is the wild of the sky and on land That tells her the things only a father can

Her lover’s an island upon which a great mountain stood He could live in her and be alone the way a lover should

The rivers so changeable, they ran towards her And the lakes couldn’t fathom how she could be so much bigger

There were the stones and the pebbles and the crystals And the flowers who were overjoyed she found them all so beautiful My Jade is the ocean, My Jade is the sea

And I am her Jessi, The faraway tree

The sea and the tree? But how could that be?

They are nothing alike if you’re not looking closely But if you look, really look, you’ll see

The same things you’ll find if you look underneath The tree moved it on the wind and the sea sang it sweetly That beautiful simplicity of stopping just to breathe

The tree felt it in her branches and the sea crashed violently Storms somehow moved through them in synchronicity

The tree tore herself down to have stories tattooed to paper But the ocean whispered them into the world as magic vapour

My Jade, the ocean, the sea, my favourite story-teller In wine cellars, in love letters, in a world of forever

For wherever the tree may be Wherever she inevitably goes and regrows The tree is just a tree, but the tree knows That the ocean is infinite, and her Jade is the sea