Member Poem

A golden tree bursts forth with everlasting life.
Of course, it's a symbol of suffering and strife.

With glistening leaves of a gold-colored hue,
The branches are covered with a shining dew.

An undying bit of nature to behold,
And it’s made of solid bark that never grows old.

It's wondrous leaves fall to the ground in autumn,
For this is when the great elves have sought them.

The most fantastic foliage bursts forth in spring
Which causes the fiery red phoenix to sing.

Fierce battles and dark days have come and gone,
But the tree still survives through each new dawn.

It's truly worth it's whimsical legend of gold,
As this was the ancient story that's been foretold.

The tree emits tunes that bring every visitor's fate.
After all, this sparkling masterpiece never fades!