The illusion is given of being in a tree
The branches my bed
The leaves my pillow
I think of you and the illusion becomes a waking dream
Your arms the branches, embracing me
Your bosom the leaves, cradling my head
Your breath the wind, caressing my skin
Your face the sun, warming my soul
Your voice a bird's song, lilting "Be Mine"
I long to have you beside me among the trees.
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