Does a tree beg a bird to stay
perched upon its branches
afraid that it may fly away one day?
Does it allow the bird do as birds do
and love it as it makes nest for a day?
Perched upon my branches, many have been
lovers and friends alike
their all akin to kin
Some reside in my trunk, tucked closely to my core
others on my longest branches, ready to explore.
All of them free to leave, but few freely stay
I give to them the light of my love, blessing them every way
The branches that litter my roots are lessons long gone by
clipped by birds whom I was afraid to let free
remembrance to birds tied down
will surely break free
Let it be
fear not of lost love
but love kept in captivity