Guard
Ethereal spruce stands guarding
our home secrets without
her armour having lonely
eyes, an assuming smile
between arthritic limbs
as if to remind me of duties
that one performs without
being asked, without being
paid, yet nature has a
way of sharing her wisdom
to the open-minded leaving
the blind to stay blind until
his or her depth also comes to conceive of
greatness its meaning by one’s
own eyes and heart
Manolis Aligizakis 