The Ancient Tree Poem by DM W

Connected with earth,
Yet reaching out to blue skies,
This firm, ancient tree
Is shaped by the great artist:
That is the seasons.
Sunlight, starlight, wind and rain
Are its companions.
Like tender poets of old,
It worships Nature.
For she is the bountiful,
Verdant creator
Of myriad forms crooked
And straight. This tree is
Partly chaos and order.
And better for that.
It knows the sweet melodies
Of birdsong and it
Senses the wild beauty and
Blood of all flowers.
It towers imperiously,
Behind garden walls.
In these disposable times,
It symbolises
Hope and fortitude to me.