*
The trees know
They are not forsaken
When their leaves fall, wind blown,
As frost gnaws, teeth bared by winter,
A show of force, a dog asserting rank in its pack…
Trees know who is their one true Alpha
the
Omega,
the
First
and
the
Last.
Their arms reach out towards the heavens,
Assured of the warm embrace of Spring.
They are not forsaken
When their leaves fall, wind blown,
As frost gnaws, teeth bared by winter,
A show of force, a dog asserting rank in its pack…
Trees know who is their one true Alpha
the
Omega,
the
First
and
the
Last.
Their arms reach out towards the heavens,
Assured of the warm embrace of Spring.
***
