The Tree and the Library

let me paint you a picture...

I am (currently) experiencing a most strange thing
a waking dreaming,
the playing of a scene (it's not on film, it's not on youtube,
it's not anywhere - it's still being filmed,
at least, it feels like it)

there's an enormous ENT-ity, let's call him ELLENAY...

He is a big old tree, bursting at the seams, with branches, mosses, flowers and birds
chirping and singing
all day long
the 3 white doves (just in his beard)
are barely 3 days old (but they won't shut up!)

I think it's delightful,
the crescendo of sound
the roaring of nature, of life, of teeming adventure,
the calling of spring, "top-o-the-mornin'!"
and similar private family wishes

I sigh and I smile
wishing I was a part of (such Nature)

He's big, real enormous
each branch could fit a dozen (somethings...)

each root could dig
a hundred floors deep (each..)

Anyway, this sleeping big giant
woke from a (hellish) dream
Such a frightful sin/scene
startled him right up & now he's on his "feet"

Trampling round
my big old library
Making and breaking
Smashing and crashing
Such a cacophony of sound
Hear it for miles all round

Anyway, he does no damage
(the invisible elves fix everything right up)
(making sure it's always up-to-snuff)
(He looks a little tired, a little bit sore)
Climb on up, give him a (belly) rub
that's a dear, have no fear
I may look old (that's an under-exaggeration)
But really, I've only (till now) done what I (was) told...
The clock, it chimed (and woke me up)

Now I look all round (for something to read)
Been asleep for a billion years (or more),
think I've had enough!