Borne on the breeze from

Sycamore trees come twisting

Helicopter seeds.

Spread out skywards in

Relief, bare branches mirror

Roots spread far beneath.

Strong evening sunshine

Dapples apples as it glints

Through breeze ruffled leaves.

Trees and sunshine play

In glades as walkers saunter

Down the woodland way.

Ripple and shimmer,

Poplar trees; go whisper your

Secrets to the breeze.

Good men plant trees so,

When they’ve passed away, others

Will have shade one day.