THE GIFT

At spring, in a far away land stood a huge tree whose ambiance was like none other

Its radiance silently preached peace but more of love

Then I heard a soft yet high pitch perfect voice sing about the two

And lo!

On the farthest right side of this magnificent tree sat a petite maiden

Who she was and her duty? I knew not

Then I saw her climb down and started a journey with her hair pinned high

T’was on this trail that she met him

A fairly dark man who was too smart for his own good; she knew

T’was he who first insisted on a hug from her when no one else dared

Yet she genuinely complied when she ever refused others

Interestingly finding no ill in this new spirited friend

And adding him to her many branches from that scared tree

Where she fought and defended everyone in ways only she can tell

Mysteriously she never did; reasons best known her

At autumn I heard her sing a melancholic song

That which expressed her fondness for this new fellow

Yet being he betrothed to another, the encounter ended before it ever started

And being one traveler long she stood, until she finally took slow steps towards him

Standing yet again in silence for what seemed like eternity

She softly kissed him on the lips and walked away without ever looking back

And exactly what gift she left behind

Only he can tell…