#WritcoPoemPrompt120

As I stand beneath the shady branches
and listen to the whispering tales and let the leaves fall on me ,
as I sniff the gentle fruit essence and let her energy flow through my veins,
how peaceful one feels to see the branches rock to and fro ?
how many birds ...golden oriole , jackdaws, pigeons , mynahs , owls all perched quietly,
burying their sorrows in the deep dark hollows of the branches.

How i wish I could post my worries in one of those .
until she lets me know that worries can be shed like leaves as she does every morning .
She holds them out and burns them in the bright golden sunshine and vapours it off .

My bilimbli tree ,I love thee !!
And your red and white blossoms clumped to refuge an army of red ants that never let the woodpecker pick on your soft green bark.

The wind...