Oh, still and peaceful starlit night,
With not a whispered breeze in sight,
Those rustic arms that reach too bare,
Oblique, into the sky now stare,
And seeming wait, for some small gift
Falling from space and earthward drift.
Now stark and graceless awkward tree
Like autumn wind reminding me
Years fall one upon another,
Swiftly reason to discover,
These arms that long to grasp and lift
Embrace the wind cast time adrift.
Thus ageless trees with patience stand
Their vast retinue in command,
Through darkest night or brightest morn,
This faceless wonder earth adorn.