The resilience of Birches
How they buckle, contort, and curve
So different from their companions.
Thoughts turn to childhood when I could
Manipulate them pushing or
Pulling their branches in the wind
With brother after strong snowfall
Or rain storm, when the breeze explodes
Making them sing like instruments
In Nature’s chamber orchestra
Playing haphazard symphonies.
When Sun’s swelter melts icy frost,
A musical chance offering
Percussive bursts crashing branches
Through supple arms as if wildwood
Fairies dropped rare glass chalices
Composing unique tones, rhythms,
And unsynchronized harmony
Unheard by city residents.
When summer arrives we return
To our Birch playground leaping up
And pulling the wood nymphs tresses
To Earth while their leaves, like nightgowns
Circle the warm soil that cushions
Our feet when we cascade to ground.
Every season our Birch comrades
Entertain us with euphony.
Companions relish joyful mirth
Frolicking with our forest friends.