A graceful BEECH
In silence stands
Frost decked branches
No demands
From wind today
It all is still
Its majesty is
Now to thrill
Stalwart in a ripe repose
Taken for granted
Though it chose
To offer oxygen
Everyday
And draw our CO2
Away
A mesh of branches
Look forlorn
Since the moment
They were born
Out of a trunk whose
Girth so thick
And rose towards the sky
To pick
Its way into eternity
The Copper Beech
My kind of tree
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.