Scratching the sky
Like claws
Searching for a grip
The wind tosses them
And they laugh at the futility
Roots firm, unmoving
Solid
Dark, dark against the sky
In profile with the sunset
They are the guardians
Of the sky and ground alike
Never moving
Unshakable fathers
Of the world
Of the air
They stand
Witness
To you and me
No life
To the naked eye
But look
Closer
They reach their jagged fingers
To the sky
And it responds
Sending rain
And with rain
Life
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