Rushing softly like far away surf
a constant comforting sound,
the breeze made natural music
in the tree tops far from town.
Stars above, pasture below
sifting music from the air,
the large old cedars stand so tall
with dominance regal and fair.
Waving and singing to the sky
rooted at attention to God
swaying in tune with his planet
in joyous agreement they nod.
Tall and old while seemingly wise
placed at intervals on the lawn,
revealed in stately majesty
the breaking of the dawn.
by Robert Quinn
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