The Joshua Tree

Standing tall on the arid desert floor

An ancient young man throws his arms to heaven

He can not shout our names but knows us through our brethren

Poised with dignity, year by year, a man of native lore.

 

Only seeing light and dark and feeling hot and cold

The sun scorches his hairy back as it sets in rays of gold

A silent man enduring, striving to be seen 

By the forest of stone hearts, stirring in their dreams. 

 

These hearts were etched long ago by gentle loving hands

At the dawn of time when light unchained from darkness by command

The tree wants to tell us of happiness and elation

But in piles of rubble we slumber, unaware of our salvation.

 

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A very remarkable read, flows wonderful as well! ^_^