The tree stood tall and proud,
A hundred branches grasping at the air.
Adorned with gem like leaves,
Ruffled by the breeze.
The tree was mighty.
Gnarled roots and rough bark
Hid a tenderness, pure;
Nestled in a nook up high
A nest, chirruped with juvenile hope.
The mighty tree held the tiny nest
In a palm-like branch,
Keeping the birds safe from harm
Beneath a canopy of bright green leaves.