Consider the
aspen stand
Ablaze in
autumn’s rays
Swaying,
A swooning
chorus
In chilling
winds
That would break
a man
But bending;
Elasticity
defying gravity.
While upon a
rock
The forest
stands
In the fleeting
Comfort of
Northern Michigan sand,
A mighty army
--- steadfast,
resolute
Yet issuing
forth
From a single
root---
A solitary vein
running
Below, beneath,
Uniting,
abiding,
Persevering as
one
Emboldened by
roots entwined.
If one should
fall
--- a tragedy;
A masterpiece,
Yet the stand
endures
As decades pass
For purpose
breeds in simple things;
Far beyond time
and tide;
A greater lord
Than function or
form
Kindled by a
common flame.
No single tree
Does a forest
make.
Even death, that
slow embrace;
That subtle
entropy
Ensures a future
harvest.
Perhaps the
greatest victory
Is in becoming
the soil
In which
children grow.
That darkest
shade
Between root and
worm
Brings the
highest canopy
With leaves
aflame;
Tow’ring tall
above mossy floor
Inspiring grace
and truth and life.
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