I see this tree out of my window,
It’s so beautiful with flowers in spring,
Pink petals mixed with white,
Such vibrant colours in bright sunlight.

Full of life and quiet fertility,
Its shade shelters the frequent felines,
The tree looks perfectly divine,
I wonder why though.

Why does it look so beautiful,
So magnificent, who is its admirer?
As far as I can see, I find no other of its kind,
It looks so beautiful yet carries a solitary tone.
If there were many trees such as this,
Would it look as gorgeous as now?
Or would it become ordinary?

Would it be happy among more of its kind,
becoming ordinary,
Or would it rather remain this gorgeous living
art in my garden,
With all the fauna living their hearts out
beneath it?

I don’t know if it understands us, this beautiful
motionless existence.
Does it matter to it whether we earth crawlers
praise it at all?

Is its exuding beauty a silent cry, longing to find
more of its kind?
Is it telling the birds to spread the word?
The word of its existence,
The word of its beauty.
Times have changed how things are done here,
and birds have changed too,
Their ways, even their verbs.

I took a picture of the tree and showed it to my
friends, posted it publicly,
And people from all over the world saw it,
All praised its beauty.
I wonder if some of them have seen a similar tree,
Will they tell their tree about my tree? Will they
become tree friends?

I wonder if the tree out of my window knows
this happened,
I wonder if it would have consented, or been
happy about it.
What if it did not like being captured?
What if I did not do a good enough job showing
its beauty to other trees?
I could never know.

I would like to believe it’s happy,
But even if it isn’t, I wouldn’t really know, would I?

Sometimes I think, why would such a
magnificent tree be born outside my window?
It should have graced the garden of some
inspiring persona,
Maybe a great poet, a great mind, someone
truly important,
The ones for whom songs are written.
In those songs they could have used this tree,
like Newton’s apple tree,
And people would never hear the end of it.

But it didn’t.
Such a magnificent tree was placed in our backyard.
Not naturally, no. It was brought as a sapling
and planted here.
We did not know it would become the
extraordinary, gorgeous existence it is today,
But we truly hoped so.

Now it lives among us ordinary folks,
my beautiful tree,
Oh gracious you are,
I will tell everyone how great you are.
Don’t you worry.

For I know one day it won’t be spring anymore.
I will keep you in memory and cherish you the same,
Long after the birds forget your scent.
For I have seen you shine, rivalling the Sun,
For I have seen you in winter when the leaves turned brown,
And you still looked beautiful in a careless fashion.
I will look after you, oh my beautiful tree.
And ages from now, long after we are gone,
People will still say,

Such a beautiful tree.