Fresh and shimmering leaves,
a thousand you behold,
which dwell like the happiest of memories,
which shroud the deep brown branches,
on which lies the diamond like dew drops,
which scintillate under the morning ray,
and make you look like adorning jewels all over.
Your dark, strong trunk,
is wet with snow and grime.
But is hard like the huge rock,
high on the steepest cliff.
You grow higher and higher,
everyday, and silhouette your beauty,
on the ever still plains.
You are the greatest gospel of existence,
and the strongest hope of our survival,
Oh, lovely tree, you are,
the master's splendid gift to mankind.