The Wisdom of the Pine©2011         Marsh Brodeur                                                

You open eyes to sunrise on an alpine lake,
You’re not quite awake
Sun rising, steam rising, your rising
You feel a part of something sacred, something ancient
And the air is alive with music;
Tree frog and hawks’ cry
On counterpoint deerfly,
Buzzing ever widening circles round your head,
Sleepy head, in your bed, of goose down and dreams
Dreams woven by the Angels of the Wood
It’s long been understood without a word being spoken
Without a gesture or a sign,
They teach the Wisdom of The Pine.

Gathering wood for a campfire
Next to your lake of sapphire blue
You’d never leave if it were up to you
The Mountains call your name;
And the sweet answer you send
Like returning a call to an old friend
Familiarity a rarity, now comes with ease
Like a breeze that whispers to your soul
the wisdom of an ancient scroll
Sacred truths told in late night gatherings
Gatherings confidential by design
To share the Wisdom of the Pine.

End of a day exploring, muscles tired and Spirit soaring high
You saw the world through an eagle’s eye
And now you’re so aware of boundless possibilities
Antipodes reach out to join hands as one land
The answer to life’s’ quaint question
Is now coming clear; its why you’re here
In this canopy of green  
of Tahoe blue and tangerine
sun setting slowly in this scene
a scene that’s been specifically designed
to teach The Wisdom of the Pine.
Wisdom hallowed and divine
Wisdom handed down through time
The Wisdom of the Pine