30.06.2024, By the window's edge

I sit by the window, Conversing in silence with my cherished companion. She gleams with vibrant light, her curls dancing. Softly, she questions without hesitation:

“Why call me ‘tree’? Didn’t you always praise my uniqueness? Is it ignorance or an inability to articulate?” I sigh: “Your beauty is too complex for words. Language simplifies, helps me make sense. Yet, your beauty transcends mere labels like ‘tree’.”

A gentle breeze passes, She trembles, swaying like a symphony, Colors, shapes, and motions ever-evolving, Leaves, bark, roots in thousands of shades... Of "tree"? She flutters, nodding: “Perhaps, it’s not just words, But the meanings and tensions they conceal. So, speak to me, with your own tongue.”

I'm stuck, For the next line. My pen lies down with me, In the darkness of our room. We play this mental game for so long, Inventing "Worlds" like "Tree," "window," Then putting "Worlds" into "words" to tell tales, For fun. But for what? It was morning in the first line, Now only darkness remains.

I sigh; "I want to enrich inner life by construct mental worlds with thoughts." My pen, in jest: "Quite adventurous, I must admit. But how on earth to put 'worlds' and 'self' into 'words'?" I say: "The poet makes it seem easy; I want to try." I sigh, cry in pretending, He turns away, also pretending to be upset, Then turns back, holding me warmly. He chuckles, whispering: "Ah, the irony and the beauty of capturing worlds with mere ink!" But I am magic, a pen that can talk. He hugs me tighter, inks out the worlds.

Out of the dark window, Unnoticed, in patience, Trees wave in moonlight, Displaying their beauty Despite the viewer's gaze, Transforming In each blink of time.

Morning returns, I sit with my dark coffee, Seeking greenery By the window's edge. Oh, I see a tree across the street. For me to observe, I sit, Simply breathe, In stillness. Light shines, My body covered in warmth, The gentle breeze caresses me, I hear the soft symphony. I look with eyes closed, Stop defining, describing, Just feel, in awe. Greenery vibrant in the winds of my mind. She turns, Sees within me, We immerse in breezes Into a thousand unfolding shades.

In the dark, we smile,