From Under Your Shade

It is here, from under your shade that I choose to dwell. I can hear the feeble trill of the birds nestling within your arms.
What I love most is the silence you bring. Under your shade, I can spend all day long, sitting – and you never scared me away.
To the people who pass by us, what they’ll never understand is how my heart lies within your trunk. In you, I have found not a tree but a home.
And you may ask me why? With all confidence, I’ll stand up and tell you:
“Yesterday, a lady sat down here with me. She would be my bride. An axe in my hand, and a few swings of my arms, you will fall down, and I’ll build a house out of you.”
And, oh, before I forget. Thank you, because you never complained.