Rising up ( poetic ' kissing the skies' version)

Rising up into the skies

Thrilling all the watching eyes

Waiting for hands, to softly rest

Stroke its bark and to test

How hard it is, how it does feel

You come close and do kneel

Before the hardness , that does rise

In your hand, before your eyes

That look up, filled with pleasure

At sweet nature's rising treasure

Done