Sharon Vander Meer

Ever green is the evergreen,
stately, piercing the blue sky.
From a distance I see an outline
of a metropolis on some distant planet.

On a trail in their midst
I am a midget next to a giant,
a flittering moth flashing
through sun rays that pierce the shade.

Surrounded by pine and spruce,
pinion and fir I walk
in peace, the pine tar smell
reminding me of Christmas trees.

I walk in wonder
beneath the
canopy of branches
awed by the hand of God.