We will never know

If the trees ask the sap to rise

Beg the light to become blossom

Open their slender bodies

To swell and ripen into fruit.

We will never know if they call the birds

Who come to them in their dreams.

We can only ask ourselves:

Will I beg the light to rise in me

Or stand dormant?

We can only say, Come to me.

Come and do not delay.