The whispering wind, the swishing leaves
contradict the fabricated myths
telling us you can thunder with anger
and ignore the human hunger
for the beauty found in nature;
By contrast you seem to nurture
those who are lost and seek tranquillity
because you offer security and stability
- by your inviting omnipresent manner;
You’re like a masked living scanner
who stores the images of moving time.
Your infant branches crave to rhyme
With your resilience and the creased skin design
- your outer raw umber coat;
You become a rescue boat,
A shelter, a warm untold unlimited home
Binding the surroundings like a queen in a kingdom.
You influence any life in contact with you;
your body dark but your soul of permanent red hue
- it gives us a clear clue...
that you are like an endurable glue
between the past, the here and now,
between humans and nature somehow…
- in a magical timeless way
you don’t allow beauty to astray.
Anon