The Bridge to Nature

I saw the the lovely landed estate of my generation destroyed,
How I never pondered.
Never forget the adorable and lovely trees.

I cannot help but stop and look at the significant tress in deep.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the tress,
Gently it goes - the significant, the meaningful, the prodigious.

When I think of the Sycamore, I see a deep connection, a beautiful bridge connecting nature and I in a tranquil sunset.
Now fool is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the Sycamore Tree is magnificent.