Branches of searching cedar reach to me,

Immensely kind, strong gestures of a tree,

Knows all that passes, centuries aware,

Embracing glance, an immovable stare,

Rocky bluff stretches, mountain bobs and weaves,

The coloured ground ripples with roots and leaves,

From mulch fern emerge, symmetric green frills,

Random growth springs free, whatever Earth wills,

Waterfalls shining, with bright sparkling gleams,

Hidden moment below, pool deeply dreams,

Creek joins others, brooks become a river,

Dripping wet creature begins to shiver,

Each season, all year, spirits return here,

Teach reason, not fear, forever lurks near