A birch tree stands in graceful beauty Dressed in velvety bark of white The sun shining through its leaves As they flutter -- now dark, then white. Its branches wave as so many plumes As the wind tosses them around, Moving in graceful rhythm, Some almost touching the ground. Robins built their nest in its branches With the advent of early spring; A beautiful home for the wee little ones Until they were strong of wing. The tiny twigs and leaves, as they wave Between me and the sky so blue, Appear intricate as embroidery or fine lace Such as the fairies might do. One could imagine such trees in heaven With angels hovering near; I long for a home surrounded with birch trees, Yes -- and for the robins to come each year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |