Tree

Thy beauty lies above any beautiful damsel.
'Tis not healthy to make comparisons
But I do to bring forth my coiled ideas,
To sing thy praise in best harmony possible.
You are beautiful when you're springing with life.
Each fresh twig and bud bring forth more life.
Each new leaf oozes beauty that makes each sight breathless.
When birds chirp on your bows,
Peck on your barks,
Mate on your branches,
Establish their rightful territory
with their pleasant cries of the wild.
I shudder with pleasure.
When you grow heavy with fruits,
It's feast time for all.
Ants, bats, birds, bees, butterflies, leggy pillar
and the gnawing families!
You provide shelter for them
And build a paradise of their own.
When birds nestle on your branches
And their lil' ones chirp with all their might,
It delights my ears with the strangest thrills
Making my heart thump faster.
When your leaves fall
and your branches are empty
You are still beautiful.
A damsel loses her beauty
The moment she scorns.
Old age would doom her!
But you are immortally beautiful.
You retain your beauty even when you fall.
A true artist would paint the sight
With tears in his eyes.