She radiates across the skyline I have swept through her oak, maple, and pine As a spirit released from corporeal ways Or a man who is still from the kill ablaze And though I've seen her aflame in the sun Just as I have in the gloom of the rain And as I have in dead winter days Her beauty abides in all her shades A thousand times and She's never lived at all She, arboreal The silence stills the morning air so clean As if she's holding her breath in waiting She beckons through her cascading greens In susurrations she speaks my name