NEVERENDING
Candice James
Copyright 2010
On a branch ever bending
In a wind neverending
This tree has always been
And continues to thrive and survive.
Her children are scattered over the countryside.
Irrelevant relative in kind now.
Planning in the dark of the new moon,
Before the light of day could find them,
These children of a lost God
Were folding their branches in prayer
When we laid down in their laps.
The rain still clung to their leaves,
Shimmering like diamonds on display.
An eagle glided on high descending
With snow white feathers bending
In salute to this pristine dream
Designed by these Van Gogh sentinels
Dressed in their green uniforms.
Amidst this timeless chasm
Of slow motion unending changes,
These trees are our watchful companions.
Inside these forest canyons
That mirror life and death
We breathe a sweeter breath.
Tomorrow we’ll travel on
Until the pavement meets
Sand, beach, ocean and sky
On a wave ever bending,
On a beach neverending.