I understand you, the way a bird understands a withered tree.
(The bird and the tree)
She sits on a rugged and dried branch of the tree,
She sings a folk song,
And waits,
Waits and flies away.
She is young now
She knows less about trees.
But she comes back,
Seeing, wondering, what makes
the tree stands alert, through the
summer afternoons.
She comes back.
She sings.
She sings about hope, dreams
and life.
She sings about empathy and a rare bond.
[Connection we feel by our deepest emotions.]
...
And I want to tell you now,
(before it is too late)
I understand you
the way,
a bird understands
a withered tree.
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