the leaves
on the small young tree
outside my window
are greening
and a bird perches on a twig
with every of its move
the whole tree trembles
taking every shock nicely
swaying its whole body like dancing
the bird
having cleaned itself
gone in a twitter
and the tree becomes silent again
and continues its work
of giving me its beauty
fresh air
I have not watered it for long
I have only taken from it
yet
the tree complains not
asks not
in its silence
serving me
serving us