City Tree

Mantras ring inside the song of birds
As their hearts burst to open sky,
The mystic blue in sky then fills their words
That they sing in joyful wilding cry.

With the sight of tree-filled light in day,
Inside Her lap, their nest in branching heart,
To which they fly inwards along the Way,
The point inside the green where they depart

Beyond the green towards a inner vast,
They fly inside their nature mantras sound,
Into the tree where lives a mystic past,
Their song of prayer forever is unbound.

For when the birds alight in sky-filled tree,
Their home I feel alive inside of me.