To Truly See

To sit
To stare at your splendor
To marvel at burnt-orange, cherry-red,
canary-yellow and deep sage-green limbs
waving at me from their rooted posts
To see them standing guard
protecting
shading
To look upon their expanse into the sky
where they meet up with pale-blue
laced with billowy cotton fields
To truly see
To set my gaze on the spread of the horizon
is to see the hand of God