Trees

The birch’s leaves seem to glow silver in sun’s light While the trunk is ghostly white The tree makes for nostalgic sight But its beauty dazzles with delight The willows crown is like liquid sunshine gold When it tells ballads of the old Through its boughs magic doors will unfold When its story wind whispers in daydream three times fold Crown is like amber honey colored cascade That looks enchanting from the top when sun behind it will fade But Montezuma cypress crown and trunk leaves one with wonder that can’t be assayed Its might and complexity of crown is like food for soul that spirit will pervade The oak is master of words With the choirs of songbirds As it stays strong through rain and blizzards It is the poet itself and favorite of wizards Juniper has pleasant aroma and can even grow on a dune Its visage generates surreal numerical extension or jump lighten by light of the moon It is a psycho pump that fears no typhoon It is most powerful when sun is at its zenith during the noon Tall poplar sings in the wind To understand its song one needs to be disciplined The poplar is something that has never sinned Its smile lifts the soul as it pleasantly but mysteriously grinned