Trees

Monolith pillars

Stand guard in green and red

Silent as their ghosts

Foot falls of ancients

Buried deep in stone and sand

Echo longing prayer

Immortal the winds

Breathing calm to wing and game

All at rest of fear

Rare to brushing hand

An agora set to wild

Fed to fortunes few

Boundary a covet

Kept by souls of dead and one

They who paid in deed

Spring from high water

Mother come in peace renew

Witness in the trees

-Hermit King-

For Sierra