Youth dazzled; youth awed;
youth terrified; youth glorified!
Trees and trees and trees of power
stay the sight and seep the strength,
inflame the vision and the vigor of seeing.
Glints of blending sunlight flecking
black and brown and green with gold –
breathless, over-powering beauty blasted in,
veils torn from dream-swept trees, reality glares!
Senses reeling, reality stealing
stealing the soft, mossy cradle
beneath the stark, unscaled treetops.
Man’s hand butchers a tree.
God’s finger fashions a cross.
Back-breaking burden is basking,
basking in the darting shafts and wafts
of the seeing Son as the Cross
carries struggling, shrinking youth to the treetops!