The Tree of Cities

Could canopies, in the sunshine, gleam so fair

And still in night, shine colors so rare,

No, not naturally, and so, it is only fair

To assume , that there is a civilization deep in there,

There in its canopy at midnight to dusk,

Will you see the heap of lights like t’were cities amongst—

It’s crown and its leaves, I can hear cry and quake

Of people, who bustle and bounce, and footsteps on leaves they shake

Like us on streets that we do stroll, yet more I say,

I did hear laughter, and songs, in the leafy throng

I can see streets of light, that brighten large and oblong

From the tree, that must hold cities, we cannot see

But somehow can imagine, if listened closely