In a breath never-ending,
On a wing ever bending,
These trees have always been.
Planning in the dark of a new moon,
Before the light of day could find them,
These children of a lost God
Were folding their branches in prayer,
When we laid down in their laps.
The morning dew still clung to their leaves,
Shimmering like diamonds on display.
An eagle glided on high descending
With snow white feather tips bending,
In salute to this pristine dream
Designed by these Van Gogh sentinels
Dressed in their painted green uniforms.
Within this timeless chasm
Of slow motion unending changes,
These trees are our watchful companions.
Inside these forest canyons that mirror life and death
We breathe a sweeter breath.
Tomorrow we’ll travel on
Until the pavement meets
Sand, beach, ocean and sky.
On a wave ever bending,
On a beach never-ending
We’ll merge with our shadows
And walk in the sun forever.