one plank, two plates, three rods

That day, I wandered into a nearby park,
and came across the Bauhinia trees,
not yet in bloom,
one, two, three,
growing delightfully crooked,
but somehow approachable,
wouldn’t it be nice to linger here awhile.

So I made a stool.
I wanted to sit and greet the trees
with my own one-two-tree:
one plank, for sitting.
two steel sheets, slanting into the ground like the trees,
sturdy and sure.
three slender rods, pulled taut right from the middle — and there, steady!

It is like an unfinished conversation between me and those trees.
come and sit, the dialogue grows by another chapter.