Consider the Pine

Consider the pine, O man:

Century-wise on the mountain

Licked by the red tongue of war,

Seeing patterns in chaos,

Feeling the trembling of Atlas

And reading the prophecy of annihilation,

Waving its banners of immortality--

Constancy through change, its message

To a dying universe.

Consider the pine O man:

Its feet deep in virile loam,

Its forehead touching Heaven,

Its innumerable fingers

Tapping the air for sustenance,

Glorifying the Master-Mind of beauty.

Consider the pine, and let its challenge song

Drown out the siren croon of apathy

That would lull you to sleep

Lounging on its cushions of complacency

Until your ship of days enters the harbor of doom

From which there is no returning.