Rippleless water

Empty but the glow and shadow of the tree painted skyline

Light blue, blue, dark blue... 

Cyan

In the still of the morning when God is still asleep 

Individule pine needles, anonymous and intertwined, non-nomenclature are life long neighbors until

Skydiving thin needles to settle on mother's earth,

Who's fists pounded away on the first rows of these pine trees, taking batch of bark

Shadows sublet the sun to...