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