It's Always The Trees Poem by Danny Draper

Your guards admit into the cell
The whole worlds breath
In a Sun day's spell,
Giants stride a static pose
Amassing skins in years abode.
Staunch at storms and fibers fist
Bend and reach but to resist.
Lean a shadow o'er the land
And across the stars in branches hand,
Gouge the sky and Galaxy
Sifts an eons currency.
Droughts of fear and love at war
None but trees know as before,
Engineers rout in uncivil glee
Victim, last line, first and free
Cannot run, would not retreat
From hill or garden, park and street.
Never cower, run or flee
Always alone most stoically,
Always in silence heroically,
Always there what comes to be
Smashed to fibres or stretching free,
Past the noiseless void of peace
Wind and rain of breath and blood,
Alone a pine, Euc. scent on breeze
It is and was as truth decrees,
Seems less real, but there to see
When air is clear by frame and sea
And doubts evade unnaturally,
And light is shone on fears held dear
And it is up to you and me
To murder our proclivities, and
Stand and take whatever comes
Wise and strong unflinchingly,
Asking if, it's you or me?
And know by that,
It's always the tree.

Danny Draper 17/4/2014