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.