grandmother cedar, i have seen
how patient you are
with the creatures
who nest in your branches
and seek shelter in your trunk.
you never seem to mind
the blue jays' noisy spats
or brother squirrel's loud preaching.
the aloofness of hawk, who claims
your highest bough for himself,
doesn't bother you one bit,
and the droning buzz of the honeybees
who make their home in you,
is simply heard as a sweet lullaby.
i can't help but wonder...
how aware they are of you.
do they recognize your constancy?
does your beauty melt their hearts,
the way it does mine?
do they see that even your crumbling bits of bark
contain whole new worlds!
source image: a crumbling bit of cedar