Silent spring moon branch
Father tree mother budding
On evening breeze
(She thought she would become a Princess
until — she met the Queen).
Twin birches destined to divide each other. Each rooted in One Sacred seed. How can they grow in plurality? Who, will make the decision to face the sun?
Embraced at the base with one heart, they both grow shading a small green meadow, beside an all season stream.
Shy — they bend slightly, so she can listen to what they say — holding her sandwich in silence.
She is doing it more often now, learning — to hear.
Two summer birches
Outside her morning doorway
Glowing Sacred white