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

It hangs, a piece of wood
with colours dim.

nce, long ago, it was a

And knew the sun and shadow
through the leaves

Of forest trees, in a thick
eastern wood.

The winter snows had bent
its branches down,

The spring had swelled its
buds with coming flowers,

Summer had run like fire
through its veins,

While autumn pelted it with
chestnut burrs,

And strewed the leafy
ground with acorn cups.

Dark midnight storms had
roared and crashed among

Its branches, breaking here
and there a limb;

But every now and then
broad sunlit days

Lovingly lingered, caught
among the leaves.

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

It does not speak of mossy
forest ways,

Of whispering pine trees or
the shimmering birch;

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

An artist once, with
patient, careful knife,

Had fashioned it like to
the untamed sea.

Here waves uprear
themselves, their tops blown back

By the gay, sunny wind,
which whips the blue

And breaks it into gleams
and sparks of light.

Among the flashing waves
are two white birds

Which swoop, and soar, and
scream for very joy

At the wild sport. Now
diving quickly in,

Questing some glistening
fish. Now flying up,

Their dripping feathers
shining in the sun,

While the wet drops like
little glints of light,

Fall pattering backward to
the parent sea.

Gliding along the green and
foam-flecked hollows,

Or skimming some white
crest about to break,

The spirits of the sky
deigning to stoop

And play with ocean in a
summer mood.

Hanging above the high,
wide open door,

It brings to us in quiet,
fire lit room,

The freedom of the earth's
vast solitudes,

Where heaping, sunny waves
tumble and roll,

And seabirds scream in
wanton happiness.