Clinging to gnarled branches Timeless observer of time's Passing You sway through breezes and revolutions Directing humanity's passage Orchestrating
There our prayers and air feed you A hint of sea salt to spice your tasting Of our adventures and chaos You, drape and linger Delicate as a lover's kiss
With nothing but a wisp holding you To lofty vantages Observing us, coy and frantic Your slight presence fans our dreams While winter winds stirs embers and lovers stroll
there is nothing like a moment among ancient oaks and Spanish moss... in the coastal South