Patient Time

Vast arms outspread In gestures long seen But maybe misunderstood By we groundlings, Facing arboreal Gods Announcing their presence With no words save The fullness of the wind.

Simple silent majesty stands Mute on steadfast legs Answering the playful pressure Of whispering gale With graceful arms In prayer to forces unseen.

Hidden strengths hold tight To mother earth Listening for hints of cold Alerting dark and gripping masses Riding the nether tides Of an autumn moon.

Time to batten down and Drop the life-spent canopy To greedy earth; Lay a cover dry and fragile, Waiting for that golden glimmer To wake anew And teach the world The peace of patience.