The Silver Birch
The white leather creaks
As damp pith breathes
Thin and strong
Against a solemn sky.
As branches again take
Punishment from northern winds
The trunk stands firm
Steeling itself for the assault ahead.
Straight despite the brutish
Harsh and relentless gusts
The leather flakes and peels
Like a snake shedding skin.
Ready for the new birth
Another year is coming
A cycle of the earth and sun,
Rain, wind, snow, all will befall it.
Evermore the silver birch
A symbol of strength through adversity
Stands tall with smoke like branches
Ready to add another ring to its life.
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