Deep in the landscape shadows fall
A rustling of leaves strums that call
For us to realise, nature’s yearnings,
All the indications, all the warnings.
Cooling in summer's heat a picnic
Below, absorbing many birdsong tales
Many couples’ murmurs, their cries
Lovers retreat, their secret sighs.
This one tree, a giant sturdy Lime
Occupying the centre of a green isle
Amidst the traffic, the near Town Hall
Growing for generations, proud and tall.
Respected by all the Young and Old
In Lime-green splendour mighty bold,
A bench below for the weary to rest,
Bluebird in his crown has built his nest.
His Cousin Red 'Luna' in North-USA
Been present here since a thousand years,
Lady Julia concerned, two years cared,
In the tree she lived for it to be spared.
Her living effort kept loggers at bay,
Its giant stem points proud to the sky
With lichens, insects for birds to peck
Never to be turned into someone's deck.
A tree, living connection to earth’s soil
Through anchored roots, and to the skies
Their jutting branches like hands will strive
With this lifeline to nature, to keep us alive.