There's a thought in me
that is like a bird.
It comes to nest in me
then it soars ...

and leaves.

( I must be a tree )

There's a bird in me
that wants to fly free,
but it has no wings
to spread to the wind.

(I think I'm a tree)

I have felt this bird
walking featherless on me,
then nestled on a branch
till its feathers grow.

( I am a tree)

I have seen this bird
flying to the sky
as I rest
uprooted
on the thought
that now
has flown
over
my head

...

(I am a tree)

Guess what?

I am not.

The bird flew away.