A Tree
When I linger beneath its tempting shade,
I often wonder how a tree is made?
With every single branch, twig and leaf,
It shows perfection beyond belief!
How did the first tree come about?
For its artistry, leaves us in no doubt,
a Master’s touch is there for us to see.
With majestic form and symmetry,
a noble tree which has reached its prime,
having withstood the passage of time,
is an inspiration for us to see,
prime instance of Nature’s wizardry.
Even when its branches are laid bare,
it displays a beauty all can share,
for unlike Summer’s secrets, well concealed,
deep hidden retreats are now revealed.
So while I linger beneath its shade,
pondering as to how a tree is made,
for as long as I might ever live
I’ll enjoy the pleasures a tree can give!
Rhymer, 29th May, 2017
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