There is a golden cypress
that grows outside the window
where I sit in my studio.
She is rest for my eyes
and entertainment
as she hosts a family of cardinals
who visit with robins and butterflies and fairies.
Our energies sync together
and we feel the deep hum of the Earth
flowing in our veins
that grows outside the window
where I sit in my studio.
She is rest for my eyes
and entertainment
as she hosts a family of cardinals
who visit with robins and butterflies and fairies.
Our energies sync together
and we feel the deep hum of the Earth
flowing in our veins
through twilight
moonrise, and morning sun.
She waves to me
in the gentle breezes of the wind
and dances fiercely in the storms,
dressed in silver droplets
that glitter with the return of the sun.
