Under a throbbing sun, trees stand tall,
coldly blue against the summer glow.
Gnarled, knobby and defiant,
they raise their hands to the yellow sky,
where, high above, a shining globe
dispenses lemon-coloured radiance.
As the sun sinks, the trees settle down
for a brief night of repose, whilst the sap still rises,
triumphant, resisting, mirroring the cut
and thrust of life. Together, they reach for the sky.
Behind them the coruscating water
proclaims its own blue indispensability:
light, warmth and water, hallowed gifts of life
on which the whole earth depends.
Julia