Along the river walk they have preserved as much of the nature as they can. They’ve left the trees and undergrowth at the river’s edge. I love the old trees, especially the larger, oldest ones. It’s always amazed me that they were here before me and will probably be here after me remaining after I’m gone. That just seems amazing to me. Here is a poem about my few thoughts on that subject. Hope you enjoy it and Praise God!!
Dignity
(Of Trees)
Ancient, unmoving
Imprisoned into a primordial
Earth, sustaining your
Existence.
Your bones lie locked
Deeply beneath a surface
flowing life to your limbs
dancing above in free-air.
At times, you lean
To dip your fingers into
An icy stream or wave lacy limbs
Of colored leaves into
sometimes gentle, sometimes violent winds.
I move past, wondering,
Wondering a why.
You were here before I
Had become a thought.
Whether naked or clothed
In your royal dress of
Green for a season,
or Gold, or red
You drip with, exude
Your form of wisdom,
Dignity, if you wish,
Reminding of an eternity
Existing before us.
You were here before I,
Will probably be here
After I
Living on to tell and testify
Of a beginning of life
Unknown and an unending
Of life foretold,
Teaching without speaking,
saying without words.
Displaying a Power beyond us,
Unseen but felt, glory beyond
my weak physical Senses
Yet proven in your existence.
SoulSails 