Battered; ill; aghast –
Lost in my own ruin –
Sometimes I am weak enough
To enter You.
~ Rumi
So many seasons have come and gone and these tall, majestic tress have waited, waited for someone to linger just a moment -- long enough to hear the word they speak, grasp their wonder and beauty, perfect symmetry of trunk and branch -- revealing their essence to the one who has eyes to see and the heart to share a joyful moment with another.