the child has the same name as this tree in the forest storybook
the world is enveloped in amiable tolerance
giving a pure and plentiful atmosphere of forest flavour
. . . . . . .
the very acidic fruit of this tree from an anecdote in a woodland pundit’s writing
seems to recount the transition of times
telling to which extent everyday life and habitat relate
this tree bearing strangely shaped horned fruits stands in the garden
. . . . . . .
in early spring its tiny red female flowers and its hanging thin male flowers
swing unspoiled by the chilly wind
it’s observed attentively every year in the vast greyish-brown scenery
this tree could preserve a farness new species might lack to bond the current and past
