In the middle of a field he
       stands alone
       no supports
       no visible comforts
       none of his own kind within voices reach,
       awaiting the unsure seasons.

I walk closer.
My eyes fixed on the lone strong form.
A disregarded part of him
     cracks under amy weight.
My heart bleeds.  
My tears fall.

The wind blows warm and
       words fall upon my ears,
“Friend, dry your tears."
Look closer.

I have found my place,
       deep within the earth,
       in view of the radiant sun,
       in the moon’s shimmer.
I have had snow surround me,
       glistening brighter than man’s gems.
I stand against the wind’s fury.
I am cradled in the caressing breezes.

Many seek me out,
       finding shelter within me,
       teaching their young the freedom of the skies,
       letting me shield them from the elements.

Life grows around me,
       touching me,
       nourishing me.

I have none to
      cage my growth,
      cut off my hands that reach into the sky,
      nor force me to take in what I do not choose.

I stand alone -- at peace.

I am not lonely my friend,
I am Free.