Poem: Trees At Sunset

I see the trees
Silhouettes on the sky

Faint outlines of the world

Living things

Yet stiller than statues

More silent than shadows

When there is no wind

Nearly immortal,

Or as close you can get to it

Trees I see at sunset

When the atmosphere turns crimson

And bleeds

Clouds form like mountains

Or deserts going dark with rain

And tears fall on the earth

Cascading down my hair

The trees seeing everything

Because they are everywhere

Standing in rigid forests

Sculpting the world

One branch at a time