Poetree

 

tree

Your beauty is

Standing tall and proud

Reaching out

Providing shelter

A stillness in the wind

Colour, texture, form and

Long lasting.

I slowly approach

Wondering at your majesty and glory

Waiting for you to invite me closer.

May I touch?

With silent consent I dare to reach and

Feel the warmth and life within and know

The joy that binds man with nature is yours to share.

Daring to capture your glory both in image and words

I vow to do the same

Stand tall, bear my makers name, reach out

Provide shelter, strength and stillness

In a weary world.