The Tree

Nature, Nurture, Natural beauty at its fines

Grappling, intertwining, battling to be the highest

Perfectly imperfect, abstract and unique

Spanning valleys down below and dominating mountain peaks

An array of colour, a plethora of sizes

Shapes and drapes,

Wilt and Willow, Mother Nature surprises

Before people, despite people, and after we have gone

Supporting life, sheltering birds, who serenade us with their song

Casting shadows and linting leaves

Gold, yellow, brown and green

To live with no scenery is to not live at all

Disbanding the modern grey, through

Winter, Spring and Fall.

Standing proud, posing, like an emperor before his people

Or embracing the gales and elements, dancing like he has no equal

The small and the mighty,

The subtle but grand

Here’s to all the humble

Trees right across the land.