This forest knows us,
And the games we play below.
Empty oak branches,
No longer obscure the view.
Our laughter, pauses mid-sigh.

An iris in bloom,
No introduction needed,
Just your attention.
Behold! The most beautiful!
…for beauty is in the eye…

As the saying goes,
Without the words what am I?
A rose lacking thorns?
No matter how beautiful
Would I inspire poetry?