The mighty cottonwood That stands outside Has more to say In its silent offering Than many who think they know What presence is It stands majestic Whether fully clothed In its coat of leaves Or naked as Fall arrives To strip it naked Whether rain or shine
THE COTTONWOOD
THE COTTONWOOD
THE COTTONWOOD
The mighty cottonwood That stands outside Has more to say In its silent offering Than many who think they know What presence is It stands majestic Whether fully clothed In its coat of leaves Or naked as Fall arrives To strip it naked Whether rain or shine