Oh beautiful Mother,

with limbs branched outward,

rustling the voice

of your brother the wind.

Oh beautiful Mother,

with hair altering color,

while the fickle seasons

test your oaken will.

Oh beautiful Mother,

how often I’ve found cover,

from problem and person,

under your gentle green shelter.

Oh beautiful Mother,

how I listen in wonder,

to your feathered offspring

conversing in tenor.

I wish to live forever,

under your cover, my beautiful Mother.