By J Ann Crowder
In woods blown by a wind’s unharnessed strength, I see protections in their tessellated networks of patterns
On those higher, mightier planes of honeycombed heaven, light shafts break through crevices of shy branches
Such is cracked mud drinking replenishing depths of pungent rain abasked in fluidity and sustenance
Liana climbs the art strewn canopy of leafy sky
Liana touches each tree-being, drawing paths to heaven
Upon this realm, life thrives and a transfiguration of changing seasons lilts upon horizons beyond
Each tree-being is a soloist of benevolent grace; still, combining a union—an artful picturesque forming a perfect orchestra and choir
Each individual trunk grounded by her roots to earthly sediment—simutaneously gravitating towards nature and God; connecting body with spirit
Thus is a Crown Shyness resplendent in her deliberate science, her architectural design, her art, and her sacred metaphor
Written August 20th, 2017.
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