“Cedar

The cedar tree smells like the first crisp bite of spearmint chewing gum,
refreshing, yet almost like medicine in its bitter.

This tree is surely as ancient as Ecclesiastes--
that's a book in the Old Testament that I haven't read much of,
but it sounds like cedar smells.

The scent of cedar holds a perpetual hush,
whispering, "Hush-hush-still-stay."

And then the cedar says, "Rush-rush-be-on-your-way, for I have seen children of earth come and go and soldiers live and die, and I hold them softly in my green-black shade."

And so I will leave the cedar to return to its refrain and to remain the green a-men of the forest.”