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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