Tree Status

The Trees

The most perspicacious preachers

I revere them when they live

In forests in groves

I revere them when

they stand alone

They look like

lonely people to me

but lonely

like great infantry men

Like Beethoven’s symphony

There is a world that shouts

In their highest bough

And their deepest roots

Rest in infinity

The trees

Live by their own laws

They build up their own form

Nothing is holier

Nothing exemplary

Than a beautiful strong tree

Highest in the mountains

In continuing danger

The, strongest, the noblest, the ideal

The tree!