Your bright green tufts flow in the wind,
As I remember my mother telling me “the Tales of the Tuft trees”,
I always imagined the tufts to be bundles of soft silky strings.
I was wrong about that,
But either way,
I have been encaptured in your beauty,
Unable to look away.
The brown rough texture of your cold damp bark
Has an almost satisfying feeling against my skin.
I don't want to take my hand away,
Because once again,
I have been encaptured in your beauty.
~Sabrina Russell
