Your sunlight smiles upon me.
Where butterflies swarm to greet you, I too,
am drawn to gather memories
like nectar. Your scent revives me.
Deep in the greenwood, your presence lingers.
Within prickled leaves of aged evergreen,
I will always find you. Everlasting, eternal:
You were the first tree. First, and last.
Through birdsong you sing anew;
transient nightfall owl lullabies,
joyous chorus with the dawn, ever hopeful.
Evensong, fading into mournful silence:
They know the score, those songbirds.
In blooms of white, you deliver peace.
Scarlet reflects my love, my love.
Your petals could not be kept,
nor contained. Your thorns cut deep,
but you grow, untethered, adored.
I seek you in friendships;
New, old, revived.
And find you in olive branches,
Echoed by those who speak your name.
I glimpse you in my own reflection,
Altered - scarred - healing.
Conflicted in time; frozen,
yet fleeting. You are spared
No mortal restrictions
confine your horizon.
You exist everywhere,
In everything, you live…
Only the edges are erased.
On your birthday, I gave you song. On Holly's Day, I give you words.
But if I could, I would have given you the world.