Ol’ Photodendron

Yon distant hill, I saw a tree

Too Tall

Too Small

Torn weather'd and free

Too Thick

Too Thin

Tears water'd from glee

Too Bold

Too Meek

Tug’d, beaten to bleed

Young Photodendron, your swayin’ be

Too High

Too Low

Thrashin’ with fury

Too Strong

Too Weak

Thorn’d brow encirclin’

Too Right

Too Left

Throned, bearin’ all glory

For hidden ’neath your shadow'd leaves

The beatin’ sun glanced in the seams

Two Bright

One Bough

Theo, Photo, Synthesist.