Through the cross of gravity and wind
The thinner branches sway in softest rain
The red leaves of the maple hang down low
Loose as morals, swift as sudden pain
No leaf or branch is still, the flowers wave
Points of light gleam from the darkest space
The pins of holly glow, protect inmates
Mellow,moving, musical in grace
Ah, see the tree trunks glowing in strong sun
Maple red and sycamore and larch
Spruced up by showers that wandered to and fro
Like sheets dried on the line that flap unstarched
Infinite the leaves of this my book
Any moment captured is a fluke.
How my heart sings 