What is it that the trees know
But never tell?
How do the trees in Heaven
Differ from those in Hell?
The willow witnessed silently
And weeps.
The oak was there
Already gnarled
But yet its secrets keeps.
Time past, time present,
Time future without end
May blend
And merge eternal.
For trees,
Firm and rigid,
Fixed and frigid,
An equinox
not vernal.
They stand
Where they have
Always stood.
They know that nails
Once made from wood
Held up a future
From the past.
Through good an evil
They will last.
And they will know
But never say -
As though they'd looked
The other way........