Canopy above,
Like carpeted sky,
Within a hub of life,
Tiny eyes and birds,
Of song that flutter,
Nimble through branches,
Below the blue,
Oceanic horizon with,
Galloping white horses,
Bustling as they fly,
Stillness breathes,
Inward and beyond,
A moment of peace,
By a magnificent tree.
​Rowan Blair Colver