Spring.
The bloom and green,
Signifying life.
Appear in tandem
Like a young couple,
Husband and wife.
Ready to bear fruits.
They grow together
From bud to fall
Feels unlike the love now,
Momentary,
Chatting and calls.
Confined in walls.
The younger buds may get
The whispers of the bees
Why do You see a nest,
Mostly in old trees.
Stayed and grew
Branched thick enough,
To bear the weight of nest,
And tall enough to keep it safe.
the tree,
Saw it all
Watching the seasons change,
For the tree.
The tree to be.