Trees

Oh Tree, thy beauty that graces me ever so gently everyday
Your leaves wither yet you stand tall,
You know they shall pass in Fall yet you stand tall
And when spring comes, like the treasures beneath the sea,
Your million jewels gather in and on thee.
Oh Tree, oh merciful tree, even as the birds feed from thee
How humble thy grace and yet art so strong
You have seen me et all, and eons have passed since you grew this tall
Oh Tree, you carry fresh snow flakes like your own new born,
she paws your barks, yet you stand tall
In gloomiest times, and even when the sun forget his ways
You stand in everyone’s awe, your sway like a lover’s song.
When all seems to end, you raise the hope it shall pass too
When the wind affrays, you gently fade it away
Multitudes of you stand quietly watch us mortal wither in air
Do you speak when we close our eyes, do you speak when we are awake,
Do you listen to out shivers on stormy nights from outside.
The birds know you and your other, they visit you each year to pay their respect
Their feathers dance with your leaves in the afternoon breeze
Like wings of a bird, You cloud them from the heat and jittering nights
Your million jewels dangle in joy on a sunny day; they sing the melody of this earth.
The gentle music of my heart when I am on a walk
I see you on the road, and when I go home,
I wonder if one day you will utter a word, a whisper in my ear,
For my heart heard your glee on that fine morning;
when you spread thy branches like bird about to fly.
Oh tree, Oh tree if you could hear me cry out for thee
We hone you for many things everyday, we take you like we own you
Each day you give us the breadth of life, yet we forget you
We delight in thy warmth as you burn away,
Let us be, for we are ways away to true knowledge and glee
Oh Tree, if the heavens made stars for this earth
They shall be you and yours. The stars of this earth.