Tell me what you see; <br />under the arms of the black pine tree <br />and all its majesty. <br />Half in the light of the yellow sun; <br />half in the shadow of the darkened dawn. <br />No rose or vine adorns a branch; <br />nor does the feet of a cheerful bird <br />mount it. <br /> <br />So tell me what you see; <br />under the arms of the black pine tree <br />and all its purpled leaves. <br />Caressed by the winds of summer's breath; <br />bitten by the frost of winter's scorn. <br />No snow or rain can dry its bark; <br />nor can the years with change <br />age it.<br /><br />Ell Ell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-pine-tree/
