Tree of Many Months

Falling back to its shadow of summer
its green shines and plummers
looking at its shaded perfection,
no one knows, no one mentions
the perfect tree of the 21st Century

Covered in leaves of autumn
blooming in the months of spring
wombats hoppin' and laughen'
where the birds chirp and sing

Up looking the trees crown,
lights of joy, lights of hope
as tough as the climber's rope.
This is; the perfect image.