Through the Trees – #writephoto

On the tallest mountain
beyond the deepest wood,
the highest keep of
the strongest hold
could claim your heart
as its own,
yet it would be mine

Weaving through the battlements,
the wind would blow,
carrying my name
down the slopes and
through the trees,
the voice of your heart
reaching into mine

My heart’s whisper,
through the trees
and on to the heights,
would reach into yours,
foretell the joy
that would be ours when, at last,
our hearts are joined

This is my reply, with her photo, to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – through the trees… #writephoto at Daily Echo.