Life in all its splendour

Delicate activity
The kingdom of the forestry
Sprouting life that honestly
Is searching for a soul
Dewdrops hang there earnestly
Savouring the sanity
One small branch
So nonchantly
As beautiful as it can be

It emits its own direction
Truthfully is a reflection
Like a bird its true inspection
Its thorns do admirably
Protect and warn the passing stranger
Of perhaps a common danger
To catch the coat of a just some ranger
Who had failed to see