Be Intimate With Me


This morning when I awoke the birds were playing tag between my branches.


Doves watched as even the humming birds would come to rest from time to time perching tiny feet on my narrowest limbs.


A fine mist has covered my leaves and some drip morning dew on  the dawn of a sultry summer day.


Cool mountain breezes are welcome and at times move my arms causing a stir to those that find shelter in my embrace.


Golden finches love the thistle feeder hung on my lower limb.


One butterfly just flew by and a deer has selected a few choice leaves for breakfast.


From small to large all may share space and be in unity around this tree. I call myself Intimacy.


The crows are cawing you - come and be intimate with me.