I walk up towards this big oak tree.
Its trunks are like big thighs,
Well entrenched into the earth below.
Its branches cascading into the air above
Its leaves are thick and green.
A few leaves drop gently onto my shoulder
I turn to see.
My eyes now facing the leafy branch
I can see it quiver ever so slightly.
It seems to be saying something.
It extracts my thoughts
And I feel hers.
A small brownish sparrow
Lands to interrupt.
I notice a red stripe on its neck
It looks at me
It too reads my thoughts.
In belief and then
I make my decision.