Oh, to be a pine cone Hanging upon tree’s highest branch Separate, beautiful Each scale distinguishable Against the cerulean sky
Clustered together Residing in a copse of cones Are they protecting each other As they face nature’s fury? Wind, rain Snow and crisping sun They cling Undisturbed
Treetop cones Are the first To witness morning’s light And twilight’s first star
When still young and small Their scales are open Ready to receive pollen to fertilize Their seeds They then go on to close up And grow Holding within their bodies Hope, promise Of new life to come When they find their way to earth
But for now, They give regal crown To the simple pine
Crumbs for the Journey 