You were my favorite tree
Almost too beautiful for me to truly see
Your hardened exterior splinters mine
Still, your broad shoulders I long to climb

You were my favorite branch
My summit on slopes noted for avalanche
Swinging up, I giggle from your high
You anchor my kite, then let it fly

You were my favorite leaf
Private magnificence, for only kids can see
Envied by the dandelions you hold
First to feel and show the cold

You were my favorite seed
Transmuting miracles in a dark jubilee
Humbly creating with universal intelligence
Penetrating strength, broken from love’s maleficence