Sunlight catches on dew dampened leaves,
Pictures of silver from solitary trees!
Beams of bright white come peeking inside,
Escaping through branches as it meets my eyes.
Tall and sturdy with twelve feet of girth,
The roots deeply sunk in the depth of the earth.
A masterpiece for the painter with the stroke of a brush,
But can he do it justice, or is that asking too much?
Green leaves shaped as ovals hang tightly in breeze,
Swimming to and fro, and frolicking if you please.
Birds make their nests and the owl spends the night,
Keeping watch over his kingdom, till a rodent causes flight.
My bark like blankets layers and protects me from harm.
Dribbling sap, a sticky substance, scabbing when it’s near the ground.
A snake wraps round my branches, waiting daily for small prey.
And then as nighttime travels, catching sunlight, and drags way!