"A tree so beautiful, it's beauty will never end."
The poet dreamed and penned.
"A tree so large it touched the stars."
"A tree so old, it's outlived the tsars."
It lives on a path where kestrels once did call.
this is where my tree grows tall.
A pleasant lake lies nearby.
Under this tree, once I did cry.
My tree is ages old.
It's oulived even the harshest cold.
I envy the life of my tree,
Because one day it will even outlive me...
December 3, 1989