Trees Ii By Alfred Joyce Kilmer's Admirer

AUDIO: Vienna Boys Choir, 'Pachelbel's Canon in D Major' Trees II By Alfred Joyce Kilmer's Admirer Methinks thus I shalt naught e'er see, A poem lovely as this here tree, Doth sun thus shine its countenance, Gift tree whose loft, spreads its expanse, Its girth above, neath midst remained, Flicks of light burst, like windows stained, The trunk weighs down, the cradled youth, Internal weave exploits the root, Limbed tree who hath, purged forth hugged vein, Thereon, ventures long with its frame, Styled tree stabled in wonderment, Our learned life begs our testament, The tree tilled naught, nor didst we toil, Providence hath, sprung from the soil, God giveth life, sips and savors, Graced from seed thus, tree He favors, Seasons race on, timely fashion, The Divine hath shewn compassion, A poet writes in praise of trees, Songs made of these sweet melodies, 'Tis well-rehearse endowed in verse, Fool cool's elbows and stubbled toes, A quill at ease a chapter seize, Joyce 'Trees' as goes only He knows. 2020 December 23