Ornamental, Nature
by Amy Ward
I love to see when you paint the road red
Covering fields by your frail fingertips
The hope of loss your charity
Then bare and covered in sparkling pearls
You hold a hidden smile in your core
The taking, giving, is not owned
Still, I sense a warmth in you
With what your branches hold
A knowing in your veins
Sacrificing annually
Bring consolation home
Adorned anew, and giving
From generous tree, to on and beyond
There standing a portrait of promises
You are legacy, a trifle I seek