may writes love letters

I’m sitting in the living room this morning, looking at the tree branches hanging,

reaching out to me
from above the balcony.

Near the end of the tree’s longest branch, I see two little birds nesting.

They’re calling out to me, inviting me to greet them.

So I slowly walk to the balcony and say hi to them.

 

It’s been raining,
and they’ve had to face storms these days…

but this morning, they’re still here,
flying, talking, singing their song,

and the world listens.

P.S. I’m sending you an invitation to join our life’s dance.
Would you like to join me in the dance?

Will you come?

We can dance in our love and have fun.
Before our time here is done,

we can do everything
and leave nothing undone.