I always love to be alone

among the ancient trees;

marvel as to how they’ve grown

patiently with ease!

Years have left them unperturbed

by what prevails around them;

Their freedom yet remains uncurbed,

nothing could astound them!

I look into their bosoms warm,

the loving care that’s in them,

With nesting birds away from harm,

sheltered free within them.

In spring when they’re fully dressed,

and wear their blossoms pretty,

Each bird of song must do its best 

to harmonize its ditty.

What subtle hands had planted such

time-honored trees, who knows,

The love, the sentiment and touch

that never could repose

But linger in the warm embrace

of Nature that must spare

No effort to inspire those

that do sincerely care.

As I watch those ancient trees

captured by their spell,

The joy I feel could never cease

when I know all is well!