Farewell to arms

The power of a simple thing
The lagging pine
In the wind
Behind
The cabin
Blows
With who knows
What reason
What pose
But hope
In the rigging
Of a seaward mast
I spy on the horizon
On the thick sea
That moves free
In the chords
It is tied to
Where it forever sways
In the music of this world
In the beauty of this planet
That is ours
To cherish
Before we perish
Before
Time washes over us