
With a trim, fit sheen,
paving a path to progress—
trees changing seasons.

With a trim, fit sheen,
paving a path to progress—
trees changing seasons.

Scarred, marred, and thorny
relationships; cast aside,
felled trees on sidewalks.

Shrivelling over time,
crippling under the world’s weight—
the ageing, the tree.

Though they be dented,
deserving adoration,
are flowers; humans.

Full bodied, complex,
as rich, well rounded Syrah—
in your face, the sun.