A clearcut beckons at the forest edge,

Still standing stumps freely offer solace


Clouds climb and sprint across the clearing sky

Wind whips and whistles through barbed wire


Douglas Fir sentinels stand and sway,

Trunks scarred by fire and drought,

Bark peeled and bored by beetles,

hieroglyphics, indecipherable, left behind


Roots reach deep and strong into unknown earth

Yielding wisdom to all who listen, hear

and remember.