Write A 2 chunk about the poem down below. And what it means High up above the open, welcoming door

00000It hangs, a piece of wood
with colours dim.

00000Once, long ago, it was a
waving tree

00000And knew the sun and shadow
through the leaves

50000Of forest trees, in a thick
eastern wood.

00000The winter snows had bent
its branches down,

00000The spring had swelled its
buds with coming flowers,

00000Summer had run like fire
through its veins,

00000While autumn pelted it with
chestnut burrs,

10000And strewed the leafy
ground with acorn cups.

00000Dark midnight storms had
roared and crashed among

00000Its branches, breaking here
and there a limb;

00000But every now and then
broad sunlit days

00000Lovingly lingered, caught
among the leaves.

15000Yes, it had known all this,
and yet to us

00000It does not speak of mossy
forest ways,

00000Of whispering pine trees or
the shimmering birch;

00000But of quick winds, and the
salt, stinging sea!

00000An artist once, with
patient, careful knife,

20000Had fashioned it like to
the untamed sea.

00000Here waves uprear
themselves, their tops blown back

00000By the gay, sunny wind,
which whips the blue

00000And breaks it into gleams
and sparks of light.

00000Among the flashing waves
are two white birds

25000Which swoop, and soar, and
scream for very joy

00000At the wild sport. Now
diving quickly in,

00000Questing some glistening
fish. Now flying up,

00000Their dripping feathers
shining in the sun,

00000While the wet drops like
little glints of light,

30000Fall pattering backward to
the parent sea.

00000Gliding along the green and
foam-flecked hollows,

00000Or skimming some white
crest about to break,

00000The spirits of the sky
deigning to stoop

00000And play with ocean in a
summer mood.

35000Hanging above the high,
wide open door,

00000It brings to us in quiet,
firelit room,

00000The freedom of the earth's
vast solitudes,

00000Where heaping, sunny waves
tumble and roll,

00000And seabirds scream in
wanton happiness.