Majestic trunk looms gleaming heavens
It's branch does droop the glory path
Avoiding premature epitaphs
Amidst sweet lingering telepath
Oh, the loitering thought, my dear.
Early chapters of one's dreams
Exploit a frequent fantasy
That blooms beyond love's melody
And billowing storm creeps all through me
To spread its breath on thee.
Provoke the evergreen to pining
Protecting brethren bush and flower
Through grand benevolence, loft and tower
Spitting needles, bitter and sour
And pricks the neighboring weed.
Governed helm to settled ground
Its roots do readily round and round
The ever-present beauty bound
Anticipating such thoughtful sounds
Of welcoming sighs, so sweet.