A thick skin, a lot hidden beneath,
A pair of folded hands, a hidden shrine.
An unshaken shadow reflecting a spine.
A height so tall, a sky so azure,
With a multitude of seasons to endure.
A million hearts and many more veins,
Plunged into the depths are its reins.
A stroke of sun on a hue of green,
Swinging from twined arms umpteen.
Gently chasing the golden tease,
And softly rustling to the summer breeze.
A sweeping silence at its feet.
A smell so moist, a smell so sweet.
A call to awakening, a call to life.
A call that’s wasted without any strife.