Watchful Eyes

They stand,

   With sweeping turrets,

Strong arms,

   Stretching for the sky,

Solemn figures,

   A testement to time,

Stony eyes,

  Unwavering, watching me.

They stand,

  Sentries to their woodland world,


  To the force of storms,

Emerald crowns,

   Challenging the clouds,


  Murmuring, calling me. 

 They stand,

    Frozen in time,

Bristling in,

   A breath of breeze,

I think,

   The trees are watching me.

The End

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