Elms, Oak, and Sycamore
Elms, oak, and sycamore,
Is it that you're brave?
When you choose to shed your masks
And for the truth you trade?
Trees, when you are naked –
Revealing all your years,
Do you know you're beautiful,
That you have no fears?
Elms, oak, and sycamore,
It is you that I admire.
I'm jealous of your honesty,
Of you I'll never tire.
Trees, it is the autumn,
That I can hear you sigh
Unbuckle your girdle, loves,
Your beauty makes me cry.