by Janet Neumann

Created on: July 03, 2007

GENTLE GIANTS

Swaying gently, they are the towers
that shade out the ocean blueness
of a cool fall dawn.

Whispered howls fade into growling mutters
in their tangled arms of historic, rustic beauty.
Swollen tears drop to their deaths
upon the crumbled and crispiness
of the darkened floor.

Massive lonely beings of longevity
they tenderly sway in harmony
to the beat of a silent drum.

Steadfast they cradle one another
seeking comfort in widespread arms of wisdom.
They are homes of many, enemies of few.
They can crush with a single blow
yet, produce beauty never seen before.

Towering they stand above all.
They are the Elders of the forest.
They are the closest brothers to the stone.

With the strength of a hundred men,
they stand without fear.
They give their life to man willingly,
and man takes without hesitation.
Without them, we are nothing.

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