high in a tree
a girl gazed down

not at me,
not at the ground,
but at
her mate.

Is it
fate?
Has Spring come early
or is it always the season for Love?
high in a tree
a girl gazed down

not at me,
not at the ground,
but at
her mate.

Is it
fate?
Has Spring come early
or is it always the season for Love?