Sculpture and trees nurture.

Began the growth of a tree,
from acorn, to shoot, to root,
to stem and then to leaf,
fresh and young it grew
strongly, well nurtured,
well kept at least
at first.

Slowly, the ache of winter,
the seasons and the times change
imagine the changes
like a painful experience.
Loss of a love one, depression,
and place those thoughts for a tree,
growing decrepit out of pain,
the misery of frost on it's branches.

For a long while, this tree sat in loneliness,
aching, twisting and
contorting in shape and movement,
against the backdrop of evergreens,
lush in colour, strong in beauty.

Then was placed a sculpture,
a thick beautiful bamboo piece of art
painted in ginger and red, blonde streaks,
subtle in shape, and beautiful in curves,
the image of a girl of angelic looks,
beauty undefinable under use of words.

The tree was tied to this sculpture,
its back became straight,
the branches began to grow,
and the original innocence,
came flooding back under the glow,
of such a perfect sculpture,
like love the sculpture brought nurturing,
contentment, and beauty to the tree.

The tree flourished, and the sculpture
remained beautiful, attached to the tree,
forever more.

[Grammar changes made because of the very good advice from Dorotea and shadowpoet]

[Second revision made under advice by Mike Glass, he advised 'sprout' instead of 'spout', however 'shoot' would be more accurate actually]