Cedars

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CEDARS

Cloud brushed cedars
gently sway
against the darkening skies.

Birds that crowded
summer skies
no longer fly
off chattering boughs.

Song stilled cedars
gently sigh
and creak
old frozen lullabies
into silent skies.

Wind stirred cedars,
Rooted stars
Through history’s
Darkening hours,
a life sign silhouetted
upon the vault of time.

Sentries through our age of man,
Chosen king of pine,
Straight, strong cedars,
Do you, silent, cry
at changing skies.