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
Thank you for the poem, it was beautiful.
You are most welcome!