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…
