The Oak tree and the Sparrow

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

In disbelief

I make my decision.

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