Happy the tree
Whose boughs entwine
To form a little haven.
Though winter weather
May bluster and blow
It shelters those not craven.
Many a bird
Has spent the hours
Snugly in the tree's cradle
Despite the rages
Of winter's worst storms-
What ever they may ladle.
Happy the yard
That boasts such tree
Cosseted in a recess
Forever content
To be used like this.
Happy tree of such noblesse!
beautiful piece