Imposing tree at the other side of the fence:
You are mine!
You don’t know
any
boundaries
I know you have chosen
me.
When I dreamed that
I had stolen you
and relocated you to
My garden
You were already mine!

Your roots are under
My ground.
When the wind shook your
leaves
your wavily sound took me
back home.

I beheld your spectacle
during winter,
at dawn,
when you allowed the
Sun rising to shine
Through you
Under a fragmented
Pinkish
Sky
Your blossoms have
fallen for me
And your seeds
Smiled at me,
helicoptering

down.
Your leaves
composted
My flowers.

You Sycamore
Me!