Tears

I've accidentally drawn a woman in a tree
She smiles at me, finds perplexity and gives a pouted "awe"
Embraces me with wooden arms, bark is rough but leaves no harm
I look to her and say "Tell me, where are you from?" And she smiles.

"For countless miles, through stars and comets I've travelled, embraced by a desire to exist here, in this very tree. I've flown by broken wing and tail feather until the last wisp of eternity and fiber faded. In your mind I took my roots, I waited, you drew, with less than tender sketching strokes, I was made by you." I sorrowfully shake "that's quite the tale, but I'd wanted a tree, no vixen. In this way you invade peaceful existence."

Now she weeps, she cries and asks "Have I got a place? I've seen this very tree in blossom and death, have picked its fruits and in depth have explored its roots. Will you not let me stay?" I'm honestly, truthfully moved, still perplexed, yet amusingly confused. "This tree I've only just forged, how could you have had the time to love such a recent note?"

"In my very bones, I've known this tree as home since my time as a girl. With your first touching of pen to paper, you drew my childhood. With every leaving of ink, a memory. Thus is all creation." I sit, appalled, looking on at this nymphonic angel, whose life I seem to bring. And she looks on at me, drawing breath with grace and dexterity it seems.

I can't decide, I'd wanted a tree, but this spectacle of the divinity of life seems so enchanted, sublime, refined, peacefully entwined.
"You may then stay, and in care, see to it this tree lives on rusty vines"
She smiles, knowingly and lovingly