The Cedar Tree I dug an unqualified silence
To the woodland settlers
Of cedar scent and thunder
Of foliage’s richness
A wild story unfolds
In curtailments of light.

This tree is a gathering,
In a by-the-way,
The aromatic greenery thrives
And clouds settle across its shade,
Mid-Summer, beneath the wild sky.

Thought leaps in the fractures
Between bird calls
And dreams of coming together
Over bramble,
Where the cedar tree guards dreams of nature.

• Marianne Moore