Sentinel tree How long have you stood on Clifftop? How many wild seas have you seen? How large their waves? Tossing their spume like raging spit, into the air. How many storms have you stood through? How many branches have been ripped off? See your arms bent and twisted From days you wrestled with the wind, Until you learned to lean into the gales, not fight them. So you still stand in this breeze waving a song of survival to me. Your silent wisdom whispers: "The strength is in the roots." The secret of standing proclaimed in silence for those who have ears to hear.