Contemplation

Mesmerized by the sleek, sinewy dancer in the wind; awed by his graceful sway; transfixed in his weaving shadow; Master of Night illusions; poet of my dreams; he stands stripped to his bare soul by a winters kiss and yet, I have more freedom than he vulnerable to the four winds; I wonder if he knows that I fear that others like me could censor his existence... he cools my path and warms the spirit of the earth; shielding her from natures cruel embrace. Rest beneath his whispering green wings brings such solace; my friend; my favorite tree