(Written for my dear friend Lady Birch)
Douglas Fir's heavy shoulders sag
As Scottie Pine dances madly
under the stormy sky
Sessile Oak stands tall and strong
and hardly moves at all
Poor Lily Magnolia,
bruised reddish purple, she blushes naked
as late winterly winds argue overhead
Yet none is worse than Willow, she weeps
and waves all through the night
But through the storm and in beauty
Lady Birch branches out
and touches all.
