He was the tree of life,
Broad, tall, strong. Thriving.
a little bird. Lonely. On my own.
I rested in his branches, Found comfort there.
I begged of him,
"Show me how to live."
He twisted and chortled beneath me.
Full leaves falling down with his glee.
"Look at the beauty of you, little one...
I am rooted in my place."
"You have wings."
"Use them to fly..."