The Tree Line
The Tree Line I didn't see you, Lost behind the trees. Trunks thick, proud, With aging bark, rough And sweet smelling. I didn't see you, Floating hidden in the Lofted canopy of unfallen Leaf. Branch bowed but For now unbroken. I didn't see you, Among the carpet leaves. Autumn colour lain, Waiting the arrival Of storm winds dispersal. I didn't see you, Along the tree line. Majestic stood And bough high. The glimpse of glinting sunlight. I didn't see you, But you were present. As impermanent as the Rustling leaves and shaking branches. I didn't see you. But felt you through the trees.