Blue Pine
A slow unravelling of features
And personality on the mountain slopes
By play between clouds and Sun
Two hours of matchless play
My heart in a body paralyzed
Such is a place I came to stay.
At the very edge of vision on a mountainscape
Silky white sheets of snow on display
I cannot make out the colours of today
Somewhere the menancingly dark
Nearer me a downy grey
I wondered what ahead lay.
The covers came over and down all day
Pine trees never to be sun-burnt
Deforestation to aforestation
Many many young pine tree plantations
Roots lying exposed on damaged earth stations
Pining baby pines
21st century victims of re-exploitation.
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