Well, Snjokorn had seen trees before, tall spindly trees, short spreading trees, but always they were green or covered in green epiphytes and they were all so bold and sometimes bushy and never quite right. Until she found herself in the Plane of Birch…
The Plane of Birch
The gentle golden sun shone
On a gently spinning birch bark basket
Revolving in its magnificence around the tranquil sun
The largest birch bark basket
Ever known in the multiverse
‘Twas the the Plane of Birch itself,
Within this tremendous cylinder
Gleaming blinding white on its circuit in space
Lay a world’s worth of bedrock and soil
Rising into mountains
From which sprang forests and groves and woodlands
Of birch,
Paper birch and silver birch
And rare lavender and teal birch
Birch with leaves of gold and silver and green
Rising in pale pillars, slender columns reaching for the skies
Spreading pale branches, delicately, out in the sun
Brushing leaves softly with each other
In a tranquil susurration,
Enchanted Snjokorn found herself
Walking wide-eyed through snow-dusted mountains
Wending through the slender birchwoods
Their paper white bark looked to peel at a breath
Yet their trunks rose undaunted, but never beyond their means
A dainty tree elegantly gracing the mountainside
Frost etched subtle patterns on their bark
And intricate designs on silver wafer leaves
That almost seemed to chime
Just at the edge of hearing
A whisper, a song, not so much out of reach
As filling the background of the universe with beauty,
And Snjokorn knew
That it was these gorgeous white and silver creations
With their quiet black markings
And soft whispers
That belonged in the Plane of Snowflakes
Strung with icicles
Dusted with snow
A forest that would not disrupt
But rather politely merge
In delicate splendour
With the landscape born
From Snjokorn’s heart.
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