Little Dove, Darling Butterfly

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Little dove, I can think
 of a thousand reasons


why I could say
, this tree is not your home



 

But the stars above
 would passionately disagree


noting every time you are near
, the way you glow

is as if
 the heavens had given you a big kiss



 

Darling butterfly,
 I felt ten thousand breezes


before you took your first breath


and every one carried the longing

for a forgotten touch



 

But I am content for now
 with your passing pauses


and the light swirls
 that echo from your wing-beats

as you hover to drink
 droplets of morning dew


from my crinkled and shivering leaves



 

In time I will have sweet nectar blooms


But would you nestle in my branches
 during darker days

if I make them cozy and covered


from sweeping snows?



 

The sky’s reflection gleams

in beads I keep among green folds

and my branches swing in the wind

stirring the waves of your spirit


like a river imparting the ocean

with its first fresh drink

 



In your every twist and turn in the sky


some ancient language is penned 


and though words cannot capture your thought

I have a hundred thousand surfaces and a million veins


to discern their meaning



 

Little dove, darling butterfly

I love how you see my branches

like the neurons of your own mind


how you mark my musings

as your connection to earth and sky

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