I call to Fagus of the resilient beech,
who shows us how to grow to suit the season
and the circumstance, who stands alone and thrives
yet flourishes in company. Fagus
of the holy grove, in the play of light and shadow
in the branches we see you, in the greening
of the wood we know your power and your art.
Fair is the land on which your people dwelt,
from gentle hill to stark and daunting peak;
fair is the tree that bears your name, patient and wise,
older than the ages of men. Fagus whose nature
lies hidden in a name, I praise and honor you.