Inspiration from nature seems endless. Usually the poems appear in my head and are almost complete needing just a tweak to satisfy. However I have had one on going for 6 months and can’t seem to get it right. It is a poem about a magnificent larch tree. I am sure it is worth pursuing but just for now it is elusive. How right the American poet Joyce Kilmer was when he wrote:
Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
My attempt starts from the point of view of the tree:
What mighty larch, how see you? What mighty larch is your view?
Hug a tree for fun, people will think you’re mad but then in the long run it doesn’t really matter.
Very best wishes