In the breaking distance I saw a great bough
Multi-toned tinges of new day peeking from behind
 Great rounded arms of magnificent girth
Curling with supple strength upwards
As if to hold up gracefully the ensuing dawn
And amidst the approaching splendor,
A singular circle of wound, healed with waking bark
Colored contours of each year’s caressing
Surrounded by the communion of branches
This the most beautiful than even the sky above!