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.