Poezja

One love whose soul burns fiery hot, 
Burdened by the mystical we call life, 
Yet thy love feels like a warm summer day; 
Drifting wind whispering through our branches, 
So slim, so tall; 
 
Echoing through thy birds that nest their home, 
Courtesy as thy birds share with nature; 
Thy love, oh sweet generous love, 
Praised to the chirping; such a harmonic tune; 
Ringing loudly throughout thy leaves, 
Tumbling down thy sap; 
So sticky, so sweet; 
 
Thy leaves soon change color, 
So vividly under the night sky; 
Red, orange, yellow, and green, 
Falling to the earth in a beautiful rain, 
Sweeping back and forth – forward and back, 
In a constant motion; so beautiful; 
As it burrows its new home onto Earth’s ground, 
Shedding its way, lusciously covering thy Earth; 
Mixed in a variation of colors, 
That changes thy face; 
So bare, so bold; 
 
Long winter seasons bring thy cold breeze, 
As thy branches are thickened with summer warmth, 
Tackling the next four months fearlessly; 
Bravery trickles as the soft white snow reaches Earth, 
Thy roots toughen, blanketed by the freezing snow, 
Patiently awaiting for winter to bypass; 
As thy branches and thy hearts grow larger, 
Gradually to watch the cold snow soak into the ground, 
Thy sun reaching its highest peak each morning, 
To bring thy Spring back as our branches begin to stretch; 
Outward the new beginning, a beginning of life, 
Miraculously, yet divine; 
Oh thy heart – sweet calling you may be, 
 So warm, so majestic; 
 
We wait towards our new seasons, 
To bring thy branches out for their fullest potential, 
To begin our meaning to the center of life.