OLD CYPRESS TREE

It stands alone and unique as if in a dimension of its own;
a dead soldier stripped of its uniform...
...yet  stronger, more powerful and prouder than the rest.
Ancient, broken and scarred, patches of moss hanging from a limb or two,
but radiating timeless wisdom and strength...
...perhaps protecting the Garden of Eden.

Surrounding it, a majestic Monet painting, a calm and soothing place
free from hostility and pain and corruption...
... greens, blacks, browns of trees, a rainbow of colors in blooming flowers,
youthful, thriving and very much alive in its
stately existence waiting to be admired...
...a world of flowers and palms and beauty.

                                      The old Cypress tree...
                                perhaps it is God watching over
                      the last place on earth that is pure and good...