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A Tree, A Bird (Part III)

The inevitable arrived
A print of your heart inside
 
I pondered these thoughts, these words, these lives for days
Until this vision came, another option, a solution, the answer
 
They say it comes in threes
Do you agree?
 
I know why I’m meant to be a bird
It is because I will pass from this life first
 
It is ok though
I will travel skies, comb lands
Until I find your home through the cherry blossom outside
There is where I will make nest
By the top window
Beds next to next
 
Dawn breaks with the opening of your window
You nestle into your armchair
Book in hand
I rest on the ledge
Leaf in beak
 
You strum your guitar
I pitter patter with my feet
I whistle as you speak
I caw when you cry
I chirp when I see your bright eyes
 
This season, into the next
Each spring I am back
Until together we call
Watch the cherry blossom fall
 
I glide down to the pink petal floor
Gather seeds, one, two and three
Plant them in the distant fields
Right down by the sea
 
I return to your side as sunset arrives
Together we disappear into the warmth of dusk
Light up as the nights first stars
Rise together in the morn
The first and second shoots of our tree roots
The love we once lost comes together
Bound by the third shoot's weave
 
They say it comes in threes
Do you agree?
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