The story goes that
Mitu brought you the Moon Goddess.
She lent you wisdom and with that
your branches, your trunk solid
your roots firmly planted in the earth
you were considered hard core.
I laugh and
hang from your limbs waiting to see
if something of you will rub off on me.
Am I wiser now?
Will I fly away to meet the Son of the Sun
after leaving your boughs?
No. I am no goddess.
I am just a woman who lives in your shade;
who catches your purple-blue blossoms in her hands
and pulls them to her face.