Birch tree...

by klr

Eighteen inches tall
... when you were planted

I watched you grow

Your underground pulse
made the soil tremble

under wet leaves

Tender whispers 

from me to you

Roots delved deeper

...rings multiplied   

You shot higher
than I could jump

Your distressed 

white and gray
textured skin of nature,

...distinguished       

Your sequined leaves, 
shimmering - 
your forever ball gown

I look up at you now
...stately
as your peer, the oak
yet stylish and true

worthy of this verse
and so much more
...that 
congresses of swallows
assemble on your limbs

and sing, "Liberte'!"

Trumpeting to the sun

you were born to
live handing out daydreams

... and

swim in blue lakes of the sky

Indeed, you will live

much longer than I

...as through the seas
in my eyes

...the pallet changes

 Remember Shakespeare's 7 Ages of Man poem?  This topic is the prompt today at dversepoets.com ; you may liken this ode to the birch tree to the aging of a human or not..the main thing is the subject of TIME...