Photo inspired this short but deep write. In rhyme except for the middle.
Tree top perch,
'Riting words in a lurch.
Every line reveals a scene.
Etched in the branch, leaf, and in-between.
This is a releasing of words.
Over the hill and not so young.
People have watched this tree rise.
Piercing the ground decades ago.
Every new year, a new ring did grow.
Reaching for the sky, branching out.
Coming from the roots, a nourishing spout.
How wondrous it is to see from way up high, kinda like church
from God's special seat, thisTree Top Perch.