The trees know,
Their arms are raised in praise.
They are the silent watchers,
Keepers of God’s grace.
Witnesses to earth’s energy and
Sentinels of belief.
Living unmoving, uncomplicated lives
With a dedication to truth, they know no other way.
Their lives are lived in darkness and solitude
But with a shared purpose.
They are the keepers of the leaves,
The holders of the inner light.
Their towering strength and imposing presence
Gives voice to the wind.
They are the epitome of trust, glorious beings,
watching and waiting.