Bird and the tree

It was there,

standing tall and proud,

always open, welcoming,

with it's spreading branches.

The roots well placed,

and plenty of nutrients,

letting it flourish, to grow,

to the place...it is now.

The fellow brethren too,

grew as they would,

some taken to places,

in orchards, parks and gardens.

Standing lone, looking out,

it's friend..far ahead,

some visitors that came,

bringing news with them.

The birds flew overhead,

making it's leaves to sway,

fluttering the wings above,

with the breeze it create.

Ah, it wish...

extending branches towards it,

to help it rest,

a place comfortable to sit.

To find it endearing,

and be it's friend,

being part of it's life,

even be of different kind!

The bird looked perplexed,

only interested for cover,

a place for respite,

and some fruits for hunger.

Only for few moments,

but that's all it asked,

as they were with each other,
and the comforts it brought !

The bird and tree,

one free, other attached,

still finding happiness together, 

a story of opposite attracts.