But for now, the trees are silent witness

No wind to tempt their limbs, disturb the peace

Like me, they’ll choose this tranquil afternoon

A rustle now and then among the leaves

 

Now they’re swaying; it’s a gentle, soothing breeze

Only the gums, the higher ones, not on their knees

It’s a mesmerising shimmering waltz

The lower quiet fronds beneath the trees

 

They’re not sleeping, not quite standing to attention

Watchful, listening to the calls

Their friends are passing through or resting some

Perhaps deciding where to stay, when dark falls

 

The sun has joined the dance, and there’s shadows

And diamonds on the lake—glistening jewels

They’ve energised the birds, playful, singing

Soaring, fearless, without rules

 

Now it’s morning, another night has passed

In my enchanted wood across the way

The sun appeared briefly and might visit us again

But for now, the trees are cloaked in grey

 

These weary sentries, on constant lookout 

Across the hills to their brothers in arms

Valiant friends, they’ve felt the crushing weight

The fallen trunks, the irreparable scars

 

Will they survive the summer and the season

What lies below, all fodder there in wait

For Mother Nature to mulch and decompose

Or for a blazing, terrifying fate

 

Windy now, a flurry of excitement

Energy, purpose and fun

Wonderful companionable movement

Enticing conversations begun

 

There’s a twinkling on the water for a moment

A majesty of trees holding court

Then they’re gone, these specks of pure brilliance

While their feathered friends continue their sport

 

And for now, they’ve stood the test of time

Magical mystical muse

My soul is nourished and I’m grateful

For the wondrous glorious hues

 

But for now, the trees are silent witness

Magical mystical muse

My soul is nourished and I’m grateful

For the wondrous glorious views