bent by winds
Into the sea they creep
Onto the sand they weep
Leaning ever

so patiently,
Listening ever

so intently,
To the sounds of the sea
To the sounds of the stones
To the sounds of a woman

who stands alone.
Laden and weighted these trees
Turned away from the airy sky
Turned toward roots and core
These trees bear witness
To the low, hovering
cry of all.