Her light lush green mane sways with the lazy breeze’s smooth tune.
Our youngsters pluck similar ornaments to admire.
Beneath, the soft carpet begs all to skip and smile.
Her branches yearn to be scrambled o’er and stretch
To gift a just-picked, perfect, shining fruit.
Her roots uplift knees for one to rest.
The breeze glides through to share something:
Language above all reason!
Only intuition
Yields the wise meaning
Nature can share:
Harmony,
Listen!
Hope.