THE TREE
The wind is the tree’s very breath.
Grand branches undulate
Back and forth across a cloudless sky.
Leaves flutter and shine like diamonds,
As the tree continues its dance.
The unseen presence of the wind—
The great motivator
Of the upward and downward movement
Of branch and leaf.
The tree looks like some immense creature—
Breathing, expanding,
As the wind blows through it.
Standing there it is a massive monument
To another presence, AN ETERNAL PRESENCE—
One that guides wind and earth.
written 1998
