Bird in Your Tree

I love you like the maple tree
Red and orange from summer green
Soon after icy winter snows
Springtime sap begins to flow

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree

I love you like the scrabbly pine
Towering rest for freeloaders and vines
In your shade, the owl spits her bones
And fearful birds create their homes

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree

I love you like the Aspen Quakes
In the wind, the leaves, they celebrate
They raise their faces to the sky
Silver hands flutter like your eyes - when you see me

All things have their time to live and grow
Deadwood warms the fireglow
Loved ones gather ‘round leaping flames
Children, tears, and rings, we count the days

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree