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Tolerance of unpredictable weather;

Resilience to paring and trimming;

Enchanted dancer in wind,

Enriches landscape with its unique shape.

 

Twisted arms, knotted fists, circled elbow;

Rusty face, coarse skin, bulgy muscle;

Embracing the sky with exciting lined leaves,

Extend under the ground those strenuous roots.

 

Triumphant conquer from rocky precipice to sandy desert,

Romantically upholding its tender cast;

Elated singer to passing cloud and twinkling stars;

Exceeding comfort to eye, graphic art on earth.

 

Admiring its astonishing variety around the park I wonder,

Poses of trees are too many to number.

Behold the brutal cut, thick as arm and leg

Does the tree feel pain, does it suffer,

and does it remember,

No scab discharging on healing wounds ever.

 

In what spirit and strength,

Outward and upward, they grow into gigantic forms.

Fold up a leaf and place it between your lips,

Decades and centuries in a humble whistle condense.

On the tree lovers engrave their perpetual vow,

to be witnessed and tempered in weather;

Through the tree a wisp of smoke curls up from an old chimney,

To compass those away to their family;

In the tree early birds tweet and chirp,

to worship the birth of  sun from illuminated horizon so rosy;

 

Above the trees is eternal;

below the trees concrete and mortal;

Despite constant effort they reach ever closer to heaven

with earthly attachment, the trees are bonded in the middle.

 

Through rustling leaves, a sunbeam message tossed on the lawn newly cut,

I catch them with a camping cloth

on which my love sits.

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