tree of kings

ever alive; evergreen

your skin, no history

could ever age

your eyes have seen

more than our hearts

would ever know

                                       I, a sparrow

                                      under your shade

                                      where generations

                                      have come and gone

and you loved them

all; each one

                                      I look upon thee

                                      and poetry flows

                                      like a stream;

                                      as blood to the veins

you're a mystery,

a glory revealed

a gift unraveled

Oh, giving tree.