She radiates across the skyline
I have swept through her oak, maple, and pine
As a spirit released from corporeal ways
Or a man who is still from the kill ablaze
And though I've seen her aflame in the sun
Just as I have in the gloom of the rain
And as I have in dead winter days
Her beauty abides in all her shades
A thousand times and
She's never lived at all
She, arboreal
The silence stills the morning air so clean
As if she's holding her breath in waiting
She beckons through her cascading greens
In susurrations she speaks my name
