Two trees stand on the sward of green,
Lending beauty to their backdrop
Of the university,
White buildings against a blue sky,
A clear sky vaulting the beauties
Of nature and of man’s design.
Few stop to gaze in admiration
At one abundant in blossoms
Of vibrant vermilion hue,
The other, newly clothed in leaves
So light, fresh, untrammelled by age
They seemed still to reach heavenward.
Like pale green butterflies they perched,
Lightly, as if they might take flight
And seek solace of the nectar
Far away in welcoming woods.
Still two trees stand, one red, one green
Generous with their loveliness
For they shall be with me always.
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Comments: 8
Anne, did you take photos? It sounds wonderful.
Thank Karolyn.
Thanks Ed, I was hoping you'd read it - my first venture into a longish blank verse.
Moya