A tree outside the window,
a bird inside it’s nest,
they lived together
a life, full of inward agility
a trust.

A house beside the tree
a family inside the house,
they lived together
a life, full of outward agility,
a mistrust.

One day,
both the tree and the bird
talked to each other,
perhaps about the
family.

And next day,
there was neither the tree
nor the bird,
their trust,
standing still.

In search of
a new tree,
a new bird.

Thousands years passed;
no tree, no bird.
Inwardness of trust
resting it’s hopes
on the family and
it’s mistrusts.

Hours,
Days,
Months,
Years,
Thousands years.

Hope continues……………………………………….?