Sunny morning

Frail copper beech leaves
Clustered
hanging on for dear
Life
A firery copper
A smattering of fear
I am sure the boughs
Exposed still
And it’s silvery sun drenched trunk
Reaching up into the sky
The great tree must have sunk
It’s roots deep down
Under the road
For fifty years it’s grown
Vivid in its makeup
And truthfully has shown
Promise battling the elements
But proudly stands supreme
And on this April morning
It represents a dream.

Patiently rewarded
In the stillness of the morn
A truly delightful picture
A delightful vista birn
From Nature’s ‘vast experience
It’s pastels and it’s true
Colour variations
So exquisitely on view.