the allure of the Rowan tree
basking in the glorious August sun.
Green leaves shaped like fingers
wave in the gentle breeze
under a sky painted Dali blue.
It is nature which frees my soul,
just observing a beautiful tree
to the sound of birdsong in the warm air
but the berries will drop and turn to brown
so I will enjoy the sight while I may
before the barren winter branches sway.