Horizon

No storm, no rocks, no surging seas

But deep within the wood disease

Spreads through disconnected trees

Scarring root and branch and leaf

Crashing forth against the tide

Her bough rocks from side to side

A once supple form ossified

Defiant, stood in dark relief

Though her optimism fails

Winds capture billowing sails

And pressing onward she inhales

Growing against disbelief

Cutting through the water’s surge

She twists against its mournful dirge

And from beneath the waves emerge

A ship heralding heart motif

The waves in passage peak and fall

And her course runs right through the squall

But now she stands robust stonewall

And welcomes water like a reef

She surges onward through the storm

Pushing oceans to conform

To fold around now crafted form

Of love and root and branch and leaf