Oh great tree, your arms wild in the wind
grey bark, blue rain that comes again
storm drenched, looking where we've been
sponge mud footprints, left herein
and in the gold of days there is incense, sunning
warmth soaking the green forest in
a path leading outward
that leads back in
whispers awaken
the soul within
Congratulations to zananoelis for the FTF