This twisted little perfect tree,
The neighbors get so angry,
They see on it every flaw,
And try to call in the city law,
But bunnies rest beneath it’s shade,
A hideaway where they’re not afraid,
I see the beauty- watercolored blooms,
And how a fairy book story is on loom,
Such perfection this beautiful tree,
Flaws should not be taken so seriously,
But instead measured by the beauty they bring.
(About the intricate beauty of flaws.
Yes, the tree did eventually die and the bunnies left.
It grew saplings before it left us.- Last Picture.
There is strength and beauty in that alone.)