How tall the Trees.

How tall the

Trees

forgiving of all

fate’s

seasons

How tall

the

Trees.

How quiet the

Stream

meandering,

cutting

shaping,

the landscape,

how quiet that

Stream.

How empty the

Sky

today,

unthreatening

yet, always

tomorrow’s canvas

those blue

empty

Skies.

And Time’s

shadow- heavy

laden

on the wall

waiting-

waiting

Time’s aching

shadow.

And how incredible

the cry of the

newborn

baby

how wondrous

innocent-

beautiful

that cry.

And Tomorrow-

Another day

flowing into

us,

across us,

beyond us,

upon us-

just

Another

day.