Lone Tree

In the New Mexico desert, a lone tree stands; solitary under high blue sky of winter days, of silent silver moons hanging in black veils...weeks pass, then years. The tree stays, a fortress in the unrelenting wind, a sentinel of the dawn: scattering clouds paint dreams at its feet.

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair..." — Kahlil Gibran