Stillness

The Beech a bark
A skin of old
Yet looking smooth
As if rolled
In a smooth emulsion
Revealing much
A pigmentation
An intense touch
Lacey twig like branches
Build
A source of light
An honest yield
In stillness it’s a msrvellous sight
Wind and rain
And it looks just right
A mighty emblem
A silhouette
A luminary
Clearly set
Fine a screen
A shelter too
Of vanishing green