An excerpt from Song of the Pines. Pre-order is available today Song of the Pines
The sun through lonesome pine does stream, Its rays imbue a truth supreme, The waves, as old as time, do sing, A song where deep sublimity clings.
Of love and beauty, tales unfold, Sweet strains of old, yet never cold, Their gentle notes, though firm, not bold, Enchant the heart with joys untold.
The bay’s old churn, with ache profound, Each quake reveals a truth unbound, Its flowing tides make earth resound, In nature’s pulse, her truths are found.
As day to night’s embrace does turn, And fruit bats rise where moonbeams burn, The waves in silver light still yearn, To dance beneath the stars that churn.
They speak of hopes and dreams unseen, Of all that lies in life’s vast sheen, In nature’s dream, forever green, The waves weave truths through time’s serene.
Song of the Pines
