At Times I've Imagined...

The maple tree as like, a subtle artist it's arm's a paintbrush reaching high, to paint colors into the back ground of the skies. The birch is timid and bright, yet gracious in it's strife, as it shares it's bark, for writers to write. And the willow like a child, tender, shy, longing to be needed, and mild. The heart filled towering pine, spreading it's protective arms, to shelter smaller animals of all kinds. The apple tree growing in it's gentle beauty and splendor, sharing it's fruits, with her attender. The elm tree kinda like an umbrella, romantically branching over a gal and her fella. The catalpa tree as an elderly woman or man, with so many stories to tell, all so very grand. And last but not least, the mighty oak like a mindful chief, standing strong watching over the forest, as all peacefully sleeps.