Poem:

I always love to be alone

    among the older trees;

Marvel as to how they’ve grown

      so patiently with ease!

Years have left them unperturbed

         by what prevails around them;

Their freedom well-preserved, nor curbed,

           while nothing can astound them.

I look into their bosoms warm,

             the loving care that’s in them –

Nests of birds away from harm,

              sheltered free within them.

In spring when they’re fully dressed,

                wearing blossoms pretty,

Each bird of song doing its best

                  to harmonize its ditty.

What subtle hands had planted such

                   time-honored trees, who knows! –

The love and sentiment and touch

                    that couldn’t then repose,

But linger in the warm embrace

                      of Nature that is there

To choose a special time and place

                        for such a love affair!