On spring’s first day, a flock
of tiny leaf-birds appeared on a vine
that mere days ago was wooden
and bare. And there, they spread
their green wings to the sun, singing
with joy. And the sleeping vine awoke
and whispered, “Stay, little leaf-birds!
Let my heart be your home!”
And the leaf-birds, softly laughing,
answered, “Thank you, dear vine.
Your love is the reason we’ve come.”