i love a bird

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.

But it’s a bird and I don’t know when it would fly to never come back

My love gives the bird an anchor a sky a tree to come back.

But my bird cares about the other birds that don’t have a tree

I only have one tree, my bird has thousands of places to be.

My bird comes back to me no matter how far she flies,

I send my leaves to her every time she takes a while.

I love my bird so much that sometimes I hate my roots.

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.

I want to fly with my bird but I also want to remain as this tree for her to rest.

I miss my bird but I trust my love.

I question my bird enough for her to know I care.

I hold my bird enough for her to not hate my hand.

People see my bird flying in the sky unaware that the bird loves this tree and its roots.

My bird carries an important piece of me everywhere it flies.

I believe in my bird and her flights.

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.