Firm roots,Free wings

And again a tree has fallen…
Into love of a charm.
Which she knows is bound aboard
And love for that will only mean harm.

The tree seeks to touch
With wings yet unborn
All she now has firm roots
And a fear for the storm

The charm has touched her
Shown the open sky
But the stay is brief
And would end up with a reluctant “Bye!”

The charm is carefree
Bold but funloving
He has no griefs & pains
And no worries following.

The tree on the contrary
Is a little shy
And bent with concerns & worries
Which in her lie.

Still the tree wishes to kiss
Freedom
And thus seek a charming
Union
…of firm roots & free wings.