Emerging from the forest
Ahead the dawn burns bright
Adorned with bright blue feathers
Flown through the night

To the lake she travels
Stops to drink her fill
The sky blue lark flies further
Leaves behind the hill

A tiny seed she laid there
Grows soon to a tree
Who watches over the landscape
A hundred years a blink for thee

One day a small girl child
Stood there by the tree
That was two hundred years old
Rings and rings had he

She looked up into to it
The branches far above
A trunk so far around
She couldn’t reach to hug

Now that she is grown
The tree still stands and cares
And she her love of nature
Endures inspired and aware


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