More than a Four Letter Word....

She dances outside my window at night,
Her arms cascading through the wind.
Tall and proud she is,
With an air of grace and charm she sings.

It’s not a song you can put words to,
But a gentle caressing sound.
Her humming voice,
Rhythmic tunes.
A gentle whistle in the wind.

At times she can be hypnotic,
With her swaying to and fro.
Her song is like a lullaby,
As of to sleep I go.

Sometimes I wonder how old she is
Only the lines can tell?
Her skin is weathered by the wind,
And constant rain, and snow.

She is my shade within the summer.
And homes to birds in spring.
Her loving arms that keep them warm,
With rejoice of gratefulness they sing.

She is the tree at the bottom of my garden.
Much more than a four letter word.
Lovingly she holds out her arms,
Embraceing all the world.