The great fir- so tall that its canopy

is indistinguishable from sunlight,

shimmers in photosynthetic fire.

The journey from

the soil under my left foot

to the edges of my dreams

began somewhere in eternity and

will end only after

countless cycles of trees

and dreamers encourage

one another in

supplication, service, and surrender

finally, one perfect day,

to the sun

and then again to the galaxies

awaiting..

@David B. Weber, 2011

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