a wild and raging wind
ripped a towering walnut tree
apart - seven feet above
where its thick truck emerged
from the ridge above the deep cedar creek.
fallen from the tall green canopy,
in its place now is
the clouds and the red-brown
water rushing by without remorse...
but I mourn the great tree;
fallen from the place it held
with quiet dignity for so long.
oh how my poor soul
longs for an earthly permanence
amidst the ever-changing currents of life;
amidst the strong winds of adversity -
shifting the shape and duration, in due time,
of all living things.
and in vain I hope against nature's law
not ever to be broken;
not ever to be removed.