Spring nestles into blossoms
looking up to little stars
Birds cultivating nature’s birth
creating nests full of abundance
distinguishing the woven intricacies of twigs
rivulets outline bark, rivaling our cosmos
slowly raveling into a calling of connection, comfort, and warmth
for the cradled eggs that dream there
One day I wish to stand as still as a tree
yet moving internally as I press my age into rings
roots flooding into deep earth as the sun pours radiance into my spirit
my flowering blossoms gently caressing the sky
shooting and stretching branches toward astral and earthly fates
whispering to little stars
telling them secrets of how lucky I am to hold birds,
to hold their nests and young
Entrusted with the responsibility of solidity as I delicately waver with the tugging wind
Balancing life nourished by my canopy of billowing, blooming safety
A power to my flowering oasis that love will lovingly prevail
past the inhaling showers of spring and through the exhaling heat of summer
Close your eyes and rest upon me
as time will finally begin to crack into split eggshells priding themselves of life
as fledglings soar the skies
and maybe as they make the world their home
they will nest upon my hope again
looking up to little stars
Birds cultivating nature’s birth
creating nests full of abundance
distinguishing the woven intricacies of twigs
rivulets outline bark, rivaling our cosmos
slowly raveling into a calling of connection, comfort, and warmth
for the cradled eggs that dream there
One day I wish to stand as still as a tree
yet moving internally as I press my age into rings
roots flooding into deep earth as the sun pours radiance into my spirit
my flowering blossoms gently caressing the sky
shooting and stretching branches toward astral and earthly fates
whispering to little stars
telling them secrets of how lucky I am to hold birds,
to hold their nests and young
Entrusted with the responsibility of solidity as I delicately waver with the tugging wind
Balancing life nourished by my canopy of billowing, blooming safety
A power to my flowering oasis that love will lovingly prevail
past the inhaling showers of spring and through the exhaling heat of summer
Close your eyes and rest upon me
as time will finally begin to crack into split eggshells priding themselves of life
as fledglings soar the skies
and maybe as they make the world their home
they will nest upon my hope again
