Echoes of the Pine
Listen to the pines, in their majesty stand,
With the stories of ages held deep in their hands;
Whispers carried on winds, through the branches they weave,
A testament bold to the life they believe.

Through the storms they have thrived, with roots ever strong,
In the dance of the seasons, where they all belong;
Each needle a memory of sun, rain, and snow,
A symbol of strength, in the ebb and the flow.

For the echoes of the pine remain steadfast and true,
In the heart of the forest, they speak to you;
And as you walk softly through their tranquil domain,
You’ll find in their presence a love of the plain.

• Frank Norris