Your beauty is
Standing tall and proud
A stillness in the wind
Colour, texture, form and
I slowly approach
Wondering at your majesty and glory
Waiting for you to invite me closer.
May I touch?
With silent consent I dare to reach and
Feel the warmth and life within and know
The joy that binds man with nature is yours to share.
Daring to capture your glory both in image and words
I vow to do the same
Stand tall, bear my makers name, reach out
Provide shelter, strength and stillness
In a weary world.