Ancient, yet steeped in wisdom;
Massive, yet enlightening;
Never tired of growing or vexed by seasons,
You stand glorious in summer;
Monumental in winter.
And as you overlook your forest
With sagacious governance,
They all defer to you – dependence in hand:
Children of the undergrowth;
Arboreal underlings.
Veneration earned, you now command
The awe that few can.
Ever graceful, your evangelistic branches
Cast their serene shadow
Of reassuring calm.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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