Tall, Olden Spire,
Towering over me as I plod,
Gracing my efforts with Dappled Shade
When the Sun beats down to scorch in blistering Tirade.
Protecting my languishing with Embracing Arms
When the Gales blow from the North to Twist and harm.
Singing in Sweet Mystery to ease my childlike fears
When hoarfrost Gathers and jagged ice falls and tears.
Of Time, Resisting,
Watching, Silent, as I toil,
Spreading your Loving Boughs in Resplendent Hue,
Claim our seeking avarice before there are far too few,
. . . Breathtaking Photography by: Carlos Henrique Reinesch on Deviantart.com