In sandscapes wincing from the sun
That burns your flesh and visions dun,
Crawl throbbing through the plain.
"I grew. My shadow weighed a ton;
I held a countless garrison;
My boughs were roads for apes to run
Around the white owl's niche.
The hum of bees, the blue jay's scream....
The forest came to love and teem
In me beside the vivid stream