Arbor Life

Clear skies cast away all the clouds that she weaves As I wander through the trees on a cold winter eve Mother Earth's breath of wind unaware of it's power While some fail to stand others still tower I wonder do they know how each one is unique Some strong and majestic, some frail and so weak An old burly Oak with parts that have broke, whispers To creatures, come take my shelter I bid you my cloak Do they ponder a summer with fruit on the vine What once was a sapling has become so sublime The fragrance of Cedars with fresh morning dew Are they tears left behind, did they cry for the moon A bird in a hollowed out Sycamore sings.... Does he know that her time to pass will come soon No need for Man to tend what God's made One pure and perfect life in a glade