There is light in the branches
A magic I see
Reparation salvation
The Copper Beech tree
The salt of the earth
Of virtue and grace
A spangled aura
owning its place
On Bridgewater Road
Its stands supreme
So much anticipation
For me it does seem
Far sighted and resolute
Feeling fulfilled
Eidetic all knowing
Its dark leaves were spilled
Already the Corvidae
have hastened to fly
Have taken back residence
That is no lie
Prophets they be
Never of doom
But of care
Shining lights whom
Are Sages
Such dancing profusion
Lucid of mind
So much understanding
Of the talkative kind
Credulity sits
Implicit in me
From my study window
The Copper Beech tree
TREELIFE OF BERKHAMSTED CARE
artistry of arbour
Specialists in tree art