Unversed and lofty, slightly shy
Seduced by the zephyr's whisper
And shattered by a strong desire
Born out of nothing, like a twister,
My tree has blossomed into life.
The opal tracery is weaved
From fine sap wire and wood seed.
Subtly resembling winter coat
Melted upon the cosmic clock
Awaken by the winds of spring.
It shyly fondled me at dawn
And brought a dainty, secret scent
A bitter sweet contour is drawn
For the green soul that will become
The branch and leaf embodiment.
No words were uttered, whisper not
There's only air to play the string.
The petals flinched and colour brought
A braided crown upon my thought
My tre