This knowing as a bird

I would ask you what kind of tree this white one is, its name, and you would tell me. You would know the name of any tree we would see in front of us in the city where you once planted one or in any city and place. I learned with you to imagine the green and yellow leaves as yard and garden birds when before I always thought of them as dragons. This great feeling, the comfort of the company that knows, that treats this knowing as a bird. 

Vasilis Papageorgiou