mystery evokes the patterns of trees
enchanting the sun with their prayer
reverent and keen these spires of green
deeply enthroned with such rooted care

grasping at soil and stones and time
while dreaming of heaven’s high vault
verdantly dancing on breezes and vines
through canopies lustrously wrought

tenderly touching her fingers exploring
gently caressing their too worried flesh
the earth heaves sighs like leaves adoring
in voices redeeming this world to be blessed

Salinas 20 Dec 2012