Ticked palms, winded, chilled black skies
Hope and wonder if difference arrives
Among the ambiance of it all
Thoughts, finally liberated
Expand from a lasting, anticipated sigh
Climb redwood trees, thickened,
But carve dreams out of skies,
Asking for invitations to see the air consume
Limbs, sturdy with age, built from history
Possessing unfamiliar years
What only unbreakable bonds can prevent