Eyes hang on pine tree
Silent stare pierces quietly
Knitting tapestry of rainbows with his fluttering wings
time flows
Wind blows hair
Petals of rose danced between boulders of past and future,
shining sands of migrating rays imbibed dew
quietly
voracious appetite of sun ingested form
slowly
An impression
timeless fossil
phantom of thorns and needles
hangs on pine tree
