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.
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