Old Pine Tree and Peacock
The silk is lit by candle,
And the artistry is great,
The old, old pine,
With bird divine,
Depicting every trait.
The opalescent colours,
And the feathers like a gown,
Flowing white,
Prodigious bright,
With dainty, regal crown.
Flowers, lush and lovely,
Pink peonies frilled by leaves,
Needles fine,
From out the pine,
As on the rock she cleaves.
Pigment blue as cobalt,
And the fungi on the ground,
Everything,
Is offering,
Divinity profound.
This all on the sideboard,
A partition in my room,
Nature’s bliss,
An artist’s kiss,
On silk from off the loom.
ADL
adamdaniel 