Copper Beech in the autumn sunshine

Existing and enduring
Essentially it be
Tangible and visible
Just how a tree should be
A symbol of great beauty
Where imagination bloom
Deep down ingrained with spirit
Where its right to assume
Live creatures big and small
And insects in their prime
Where Squirrels and wood pigeons
Also pass their time

Branches every which way
Leaves that twist and turn
Sparkling in the autumn sun
Looking we can learn
A phase of relaxation
A visualizers dream
It really brings a state of mind
That just would never seem

To be possible a creativeness
Surrounding every thought
This living breathing wondrous friend
Is seldom overrought
Climbing ever skywards
And drawing from the earth
And mingling with the funghi
Who also feel its worth

Its bark resists all comers
The rain the wind the hail
Its stands their its my sentry
With it I cannot fail
To write whatever thoughts
Come to me
Every single day
This beech tree is spectacular
In every single way

It colours its identity
Its there for all to see
But passers by they just pass on by
Its image frantically
Changing with each moment
As the wind taunts and creates
A kaleidescope of wonder
And one sees and radiates

A smorgasbord of eye bling
Sporadic ever changing
A chorus of great harmonies
Always ever ranging
An all embracing figure
Proudly standing strong
Nothing is going to phase it
Because it does belong

To where it stands
And what it stands for
Its oxygen it shares
Offerring shade and shelter
This tree of mine just cares
Its eminence is obvious
It filters light all day
Its dazzling its effulgent
In every conceivable way

Topaz amber mustard
Colours spring to mind
Marigold just to behold
And infact underlined
Cherry lips and scarlet
Flushed and blushed with glow
And at night it turns to sable
With Its duskiness on show.