Lone Tree and Sun

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Photo by Peter Hilger
Be it of a Glorious Revolution
Like paint on canvas
Though blood shed
Who is the ruler to coalesce

Day of birth, redeemer born
Force mass reaction be
He too, will reveal decree

Be it one, two or three
Be it known eventually

Where on a hill
Sit lone tree
Lone be not
With Trinity

Nature be; Earth Wind.  Fire
Oh but a Blaise too, a bonsai love
Purposeful pruning, I see
That tree and dove

Tree like a temple where
As a man sit under
How is, as the apple may fall
A great Age of Enlightenment, wonder


By Vicki Heschke

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