With spring breeze gently rushing through your swaying branches
What secrets you hold.
What sights you have seen, never to reveal.
giving safe harbor to wandering birds,
hiding them from predators,
providing a resting place when their wings tire.
The squirrel nesting in your hollow feels secure,
Your leaves protect her tiny family from sun and raindrops.
I search your depths for that songbird I hear
But to no avail.
Your leaves camouflage him like a green-winged guardian angel
So only his magical voice emerges from the thick foliage.
Oh beautiful tree, I love you.
Except in the fall when you change into your winter coat,
and I have to rake your shedding apparel into so many piles!