Dedicated to the "three trees" on our land, the mini-grove
Noble trees stand towering;
three mighty sentinels
and in their quiet strength
I take refuge.
In the gathering dusk
as the mists rise above the lake
I touch the roughened bark,
breathe the pungence
of the cedar.
My face pressed against
a solid trunk I whisper
"thank you"
for the shelter
from summer's heat,
solace in winter's stillness,
and the comfort
of silence.
Noble trees stand towering;
three mighty sentinels
and in their quiet strength
I take refuge.
In the gathering dusk
as the mists rise above the lake
I touch the roughened bark,
breathe the pungence
of the cedar.
My face pressed against
a solid trunk I whisper
"thank you"
for the shelter
from summer's heat,
solace in winter's stillness,
and the comfort
of silence.


Ness