Black Tree
The woods lay beside me, jade and brown,
I could say "Hide", but was made to go down,
To the grove of trees, so orderly and beautiful,
So I drove, drove fast and eagerly,
To the grove of trees that last for miles,
They cause me so many smiles,
Their jade leaves and brown bark,
I see that, but suddenly find something new,
I flee to the nearest tree, a bird flew,
But what do I see?
I see a black tree, so dark and ebony,
I lack in knoledge, so I only see danger,
For since I was in a manger,
I have only seen brown bark, not black.
Above I only have seen jade,
But now, I my love is made,
To the black tree before me,
So dark and rare,
To mark and square,
I carve my name into its nightly bark,
But I see the same in sightly marks,
To intricate and small,
I make my mark in all,
So that many may see,
My mark and flee,
For this black tree is mine,
And belongs to no other swine
