By: Lydia Crow
Originally written for: 2011 Trees for Life Charity Exhibition.
With skin so soft beneath the bark
And resin coated hair,
The freshest sap runs through her veins;
She is always there.
Never sleeping, ever true,
She answers every call
As, one eye hazel, one eye green,
She watches over all.
When winter storms are raging
Or the night seems far too long,
She suffers on amidst the gales,
Resolute and strong.
And in the spring of morning,
When all is calm once more,
She will still be standing there,
Steadfast as before.
For whether auburn, scarlet, burnished gold,
Pale green or richest lime,
This mother of the forest waits
Until the end of time.