Cedrus Libani

I view this cedar tree every day,large beautiful and old.

Cedrus Libani

Oh thou giant cedar tree,

With a trunk as portly as a kings midriff.

You have graced upon your ground with pride,

Graciously you stand next to her,

 The manors magnificent structure erect.

                          You have stretched your boughs out,

Offered them with magnanimous obligation.

How many of your feathered friends,

Have sat in your auditorium?

The best view for free? You have watched over the young saplings,

While they outgrow their scion, as they reach up to the sky,

Absorbing the suns ray, gaining in their stature,

Tolerating the winters finger,

Fraught by dry summers,

Skirmishing the witches’ broom.Still you command that effectiveness,

Your magnificence, exclusive, incomparable,

Master of coniferous,

You are the monumental cedrus genus. As the manors, mortar colour,

Changed through an age of time,

You still stand green, but mature.

The elements were victorious over you,

Environment has denied you clemency.

Your old neighbour the oak has fallen,

A storm has shook your solid roots,

You tilt, holding your tower of strength,

One last upright finale.

Like a king abdicating his throne,

You take your last bough.

 

 

 

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