I watch (a red copse, unjust,) <p>Seeing, through the mist the (strange and forever burdened) Fruit, <p>(But I wish for you) A wanderlust <p> <p>(Escape this despondency,) That of bark, (you must)<p>And like a plant, you (demand a gray) Root.<p>I watch (a red copse, unjust,)<p><p> And (the power of the world, that you must bare like a gust)<p>(Of wind against) The bark of trees is (somehow) Strong, (yet acute.) <p>(But I wish for you) A wanderlust.<p><p> And (the white weeds attack you, cussed)<p>While you stand, (unphased, mute.)<p>I watch (a red copse, unjust)<p><p> Through the (opaque) Gates your seed lays, (and I trust)<p>Watching seasons change -spring to winter- (dark encroaching, brute.)<p>(But I wish for you) A wanderlust.<p> <p>And for you, Harlem Trees I love, (for you fight, as you must.)<p>Through (the loss of) The Harlem Trees, (my love means nothing, against the repute)<p>I watch (a red copse, unjust,)(But I wish for you) A wanderlust.<p>