To the trees

To the trees, 

Your green crowns standing proudly against the sky;

To the trees,

Trunks twisting every which way

Rooted firmly to the earth

With your crests in the clouds.

To the trees,

From dogwood to pine,

Evergreen to maple - 

Blossoms -

Leaves - 

Twigs -

To some, you are sticks upon the ground;

To me, you are proud and strong

Sturdy and weathered

The picture of royalty.

To the trees, standing tall and mighty

The mothers of the wilderness.

To the trees,

And the shimmering, dappled green.