
Worthy of worship,
the tree outside the chapel:
halo around it.

Worthy of worship,
the tree outside the chapel:
halo around it.

What perfect season—
baubles on the trees above;
golden wattle beams.

Strong willed, far reaching,
a cacophony of limbs;
tree that’s left alone.

Forests or alleys,
though buried under rubble,
life will find a way.