The smell of the tall-pine forest brings peace.
Riding storms at
the top of a cottonwood
(a crows-nest for the desert pirate)
is freedom for a child.
Even dead, there is inspiration
a sort of life
in the still reaching branches.
home for birds and beasts.
yet never truly conquered.
The spirit of the tree, speaking to the spirit in me
imaginings of eternity.
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