Hildred Fields Gunn
Lovely and stark as can be, you don't age as I can see.
In all seasons, summer, winter, and fall you just stand
there for all of us, as if for a reason.
Ten Thousand years' generations will come and go, you and
your powerful famous friends, although many cut down, will
be there standing still, adorned in God's pure white snow.
What is you name, it is just Little Cedar Tree? Maybe
Mr. Shade or Miss Beauty, Serene Green? Perhaps you could
be called Mrs. Oxyden producer, gas exchang