Waverley Pine – Eve Gray

                                                Waverley pine, alive
                                                With words of birds
                                                Chirping, chirruping,
                                                Babbling, croodling:
                                                Winds whispering
                                                With sounds of surf
                                                On scalloping sand,
                                                Susurration through
                                                The fragrance of needles.
                                                A giant exclamation
                                                Of pine, a green finger

                                                In the clouds, doodling.