Treehouse

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I once fell in love with a girl
who fell in love with trees
she adored seeing the hills, the stock,
and the cottages from afar always like
the first time I saw her.

She was wearing a floral dress
one Saturday afternoon 
and she was there way up her favorite tree
the mango tree that matches the way she covers
her mouth when she laughs just like the sound of birds.

I asked her right there and then
“Why are you so in love with trees?”
“Can you teach me how to love them too?”

She offered me her hand as I climbed
my way nearer and nearer to the top 
and her hand was as soft as a robin’s feather
I tried not to blush because my cheeks might get tender.

“Look at the everythingness of everything!” 
She uttered in such a way that was both childlike and romantic 
to my heart 
and there we were sitting together 
at that branch where we talked about the wonder of trees, 
fresh air, and nature where we promised to love each other 
like that September sunset carving 
our names to the bark of that mango tree where we cherished.

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