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She Rests in Beauty

I struggled with her limbs
They were young smooth and vibrant
Exuding life excitement and pleasure;
I could smell the freshness of the moisture
That oozed somewhere in her lower appendages;
Her scent was carried by the breeze
That foretold a hint of wildness that
Would remain for a long time;
I tugged and adjusted her trunk
So that it would fit perfectly in my arms
Being careful not to nick her tender hide;
She had been nurtured well
Tall and stately
Perfectly groomed;
What a choice I had made
In selecting this beauty;
I gently caressed her from
Top to bottom
Rubbing my cheeks and nose
Over her curves
And crevices
Each reminding me of other
Days and other times
In a wave of wondrous
Nostalgia;
I wanted to proclaim my joy
But the time was not yet
Ripe;
There is a time and place
For everything ours had
Not yet arrived;
I lifted her supple form
And carried her aloft
With great expectations;
She rested momentarily
In the back seat of my car
As I carefully drove the
Short distance to our
Rendezvous with fate;
We both arrived in perfect
Form;
I set her gently down
And put her feet onto
Accepting ground that I had
Prepared just for her;
She stood erect as did I
As I surveyed the spot that
she would call home for
Many years to come;
At last I was finished and
I gazed upon her countenance;
She was as perfect as any
Lady that had ever graced
A place in my heart and
In my front yard—
Behold my new tree!