"We come to give thanks: for earth and sea and sky in harmony of color, the air of the eternal seeping through the physical, the everlasting glory dipping into time, we praise Thee." George F. MacLeod
Towering,
stripped,
exposed,
besieged by winter gales,
beleaguered partners
giving voice
to the wind.
Guardians,
protectors,
anchors,
branches straining upward,
lords of the woodland,
lace against
the sky.