You are a tree and I a bird
Your branches were inviting your leaves plenty
So I came and sat resting for a bit
This old bird loves a good story
And your ancient branches had plenty to tell
So I listened and as I listened I made a nest.
Using your bark, your leaves, your sticks and moss that grew around.
As you talked I envisioned and what you thought just a bird nest was a tree house built for family.
Oh how I visioned a blue eyed brunette girl with a suspicious giggle like yours.
But you shivered and you shook.
I held on, making my home
Till finally your burrs shook under, your roots came up, you bent and shifted my grasp came undone
There I fell underneath your branches.
So I shook my feathers and dear I flew up to the blue sky above.