The Apricot Tree

This spring has brought me such a great surprise,

a nice one, really.

Before my eyes I beheld the most wonderful thing I'd ever laid eyes on.

The Best.

And perhaps the most amazing part of it all

is how year after year

with each season

the tree flawlessly goes through it's cycle.

Awakening.

Popcorn.

Fruition.

Popcorn.

Decaying.

Isolation.

Cold.

Repeat.

The weathered bark on the tree has complained to me about the Winter's bite.

And the dark and hard times that accompany it

But what I can't get the tree to realize is how I believe

that an Apricot Tree that always has its

flowers blossoming

and popcorn popping

is boring.

Contrast is what gives the foods their flavor

and is how Helen Keller learned

After all it is you that I savor

and cannot stop from being concerned.

This tree has gates, always open.

Allowing others to come deep into it's branches

and climb around

see the scars on the bark

see the buds that did not grow quite right

see where others had broken it's branches

and by not being careful,

I broke one of the most vital branches myself.

If life could remain as simplistic 

as primary songs

and history class crushes

and swimming lessons

Then maybe my life could be

a little more musical

a little more in love

with a lot less drowning.

And maybe this is all a whole bunch of tangents

Yet I always tend to kite run with you.

For the first time we find ourselves with the kite stuck in the Apricot Tree.

I can take comfort in knowing

Is knowing that in 5 years time

that tree will be more beautiful than ever.

More branches

More scars

More buds

and still popping popcorn.