What art has twisted branches to this form?
The beauty makes my eye feel satisfied.
This power affects us all like a wild storm.
The beauty speaks like hidden poems
Important to see nature dignified
What art has wrestled branches to this form?
I take my camera out as I sit warm
By this stone wall my eye is gratified
The power is like a god in his fierce storm
What would I do if gods bent these, my arms?
So human lovers could not in them lie.
What mystery twisted branches to this form?
What is the power by which the trees are calmed?
Where is that being in whom I can abide?
The power affects my heart like a sweet balm.
With my infant hunger gratified,
I see the world with no fierce greed allied.
Whose the heart that twisted all to form?
This art affects green nature like named storms.
