On cherishing a tree .

I walk as usual but along the unusual paths today ,
There's this beautiful canopy mistress in the forest they say ,
As I approached her , the intense host in her grew ,
My nauticals hastened up to see her lately brew ,
Her leafy bouquet directing their incense through !

She twirls and swirls as I blow ,
Uplifted her boughs , she vanities her golden glow .
The monochrome green in her be her only wear ,
Her front and back all laid bare !
As I flick upon her she swiftly sways ,
With every curl she distracts my uninterrupted ways .

The crackles and crinkles her foliage makes ,
The rustles her very essence creates ,
Her crunching edges , the unevenness variegate ,
Urging me to soak in her text' and marinate !

And I shift to the Woody heaven rest below ,
I feel every ridge and mark telling her tale ; smooth and slow ,
Between all rugosities and etches , I feel the crisp earthen browns 
As I approach it from feet to the majestic crown !

Her little castles of wood under the sheltering paradise ,
Beneath her hoary boughs and amidst her secret grooves , I shall dwell in solstice ;
Her crinckeled , weathered look ; her aged yet attractive bags ,
Around her rough , crumbly knobbly twists , some old dried drops sags !
But her fresh sap oozing out like caramel , pleasuring some crunchy sound ,
Her light - dark bands waxing and waning as I perform manoeuvres all around !

Her roots stretch from the crinckly floors 
Guiding the scurrying squirrels to their hiding doors ,
As I wave along I see them blend with the crust and act as her servile hinge ,
Each 'let hushing closer and closer to imprint their strength on the land fringe , 
Holding her tall and strong against the trodden land ,
Even though flowerless , amidst the florid stage she takes her charming  stand .
Her leaves creating the intoxicating  radiance and the lingering ties ,
The Phoenix in her climbing haphazardly to the night skies !