Pretty, prunus, proud and sturdy

casting shade from summer sun.

Your rough barked trunk bears

gnarled and twisted branch.

So beautiful in blossom

when lambs gambol to your sweet scent.

Through autumns full of fruit to

gaunt and leafless winters.

Then you are dead and bare

Ghostly grey 'mid glorious green

When cut to logs

you warm with dancing flame.

Sweet scent of wood smoke

seeps into our soul.

A selected log is turned and tooled

to smoothest, polished sheen.

Fine, delicate and light to touch.

Fashioned in sweet scented, polished wood.

Living, natural beauty.

Full of fruit.