Watchtower Trees
The silk trees stand Giant lone sentinels, like guardian angels Silently watching over the African landscape Each sunrise, each sunset Hot noonday sun and dark moonless nights Still they stand Roots plunge deep deep deep into the soil Intertwining Invisible beneath the ground Like rods of iron they set a foundation That holds for centuries Massive trunks soar straight and tall Reaching up up up Bark gleams pale in sharp contrast Against the lush green hills Limbs open wide at the top Like giant outstretched arms Reaching heavenward In permanent praise to the Creator Like a watchtower Carefully guarding the untamed The wonderful The wildly beautiful The treasure That is Africa.