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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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