Lace Cap

An inspiration from a tree of white flowers
Blossoming in the months May and June.
Shading me from the hot summer sun,
I sit listening to a bird whistling a tune.

This tree or bush many would argue
I call the Umbrella or Parasol tree,
With beams of sunlight shining through
onto your fine face smiling at me.

Sparkling ripples from the nearby brook
babble across the pebbles so fine,
with white petals falling like snow
on your fair skin with red lips like wine.

While I sit writing this poem so refined
inspired from this tree in my mind.



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