She came from the northern winds
and hear me.. she grows in my garden
her majestic stature gives me strength
and her leafy frame imagination

In the kindness of wild
her hues enlighten me
I bow to her courage
as I would meeting thee

Her green inspiration
her buds in April
her blossom in may
her call in the stillness
I am told what to say

This divine being I know little about
will one day fill my life with joy
for from her wooden stature
she will fashion me a toy

And when the clock chimes eight
I will wave from my gate
I will bid her farewell
and again will I bow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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