Lime Tree

Lime Tree

Old, wise friend of words
Standing tall on the hill top
Branches spread out broadly
Dark wood deeply hued

Spring comes slowly
Sap is rising steadily
Soon buds will burst
Reveal light green leaves

Voice lifted in vigorous song
Deep tones drumming
Warm sounds welling up
Harmony hails the land

Sunlight stroking me
Through tiny leaves
Deep green and golden light
Fill my soul, free my spirit