The Tree In My Front Garden

The Tree in My Front Garden The stalwart tree that stands erect Proud against a cloudy backdrop Bows faithfully in my front garden A sculpted wonder created by time With arms to encompass life itself Allowed to live and still not hewn A breezy giant for feathered friend Where perches exude from generous girth Light brown and roughly textured Encompassed by a feathery spree Of permanent jade That sings and sways into the wind Fragile atop, yet terra firma, A silent bystander that guards the fore Whispering caution about the trespass Amid its wooden realm Inclining loyal friend that seeks To brush the pane with true affection.