It's skeletal bough's twisted
and glittered like brass coils
set facing a lambent
and curling flame,
as the dawn appeared.
It's great Bole curved this way
and that sprouting new branches
that birth a pale green,
creating luscious leaves
that sparkle in faintest light,
and designing a collection
of sweet fruits and fragrant flowers.
It's massive roots danced
in and out of the dirt
in abstract waltz's and minuet's
as they gripped the hard ground
with strapping and powerful limbs.
With it's great bough's
It strives to touch the sky,
and with it's noble roots
it strengthens it's hold on the ground.
