Ch and the trees

It takes an open heart to sense 
how they are there 
for her,
how she’s celebrating them. 

Love is where things play 
their spotless game, 
where one’s breathing is 
for the other to shine. 
The red is for the green, as 
her hands are for the leaves. 

The unnoticed dance, gentle in the day, 
sometimes becomes a word 
in someone’s spirit -the silent witness-, 
it means blooming, for Love 
has to flow from light to flesh, 
from abyss to mind, 
and transcend above.