Mesmorized
Through the bosky brush, straight lines stand
Lean and sinewy, yet with thickness, strong
Surrounding the curtilage which encases -
Elysium ensconced on a heavenly hill
Lines point upwards, then take many different paths
Each direction, somewhat crooked lines hold ornaments
Like a pendant that hangs on one's neck
Yet an arboreous arrangement for all to see
Thousands of jewels yet none alike
Each holds data, its own memory
Someone knows this; someone accomplished all this
I came out of my torpid daze
Looked out west from his dwelling place
Dozens of tall oak trees endure in majesty
Amazed am I at this creation; the Creator
The Wonder of it all
Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2014
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