Under The Beech Tree

Under the wizened beech tree
protected from the sun,
while a breeze blows wild and free,
it's impossible to stay glum.
Countless memories
hidden away
into the dark
beneath the
dark brown surface
of the tree's rough bark.
Where snivellus was bullied
by the seeker
of Gryffindor
and Evans told him,
his behaviour,
she did deplore.
Under the ancient beech tree
where sunlight dances on the waves,
and the giant squid's tentacles
you can see,
rising out of the black lake.
Green, glossy leaves
of home comfort
shade you from evil glare,
and under those tiny wisps of happiness
no misfortune to attack you, would dare.
Where Ron sat running his hand
through his vibrant,
red hair.
Showing off about how he
didn't let the quaffle
into his lair.
Above the ginormous
tree of beech,
which signifies for students,
a place of fun,
a beautiful blue is visible,
mortally out of reach,
lit up by the spectacle
of a deeply golden sun.
Ancient roots
from an olden era
tell of a solution
invisible to the eye.
One whose future,
lies within the past;
like the snaking roots,
which deep within lie.
Where after Dumbledore's funeral,
the trio
decided to continue
on the dangerous path that
their mentor had left them.
A decision which,
they wouldn't rue.