113. April 23rd
Pale green leaves, like little paw prints,
Adorn the stout, strong tree.
The branches on which they grow are
Like fragile clay ornaments.
The bark is smooth like a garment of silk,
The wood is strong like granite.
The tree itself is bold and brave,
It has overcome many winters.
The tree has the beauty and strength,
Of a diamond cut and polished.
It can withstand many things,
Not least the gnawing rodents.
It, though small, has much power
It deserves a little notice.
But as it is a tree it, of course,
Is ignored and mistreated everyday.