Pine Trees

Morning breezes sway limber young
pines moving cleanly through emptiness.
Towering trunks of ages old loblollies with
firmly planted feet drink from invisible streams.
Lingering patches of last year's brown
needles glisten on the ground being warmed by
a goldenly slanting winter sun.
All serene.
All secure.
Do we, could we have need for more?
Like these, we nestle unconcerned
Safely we dwell neither here nor there,
in the everywhere.
Sef
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