The famed Lone Cypress in Pebble Beach, California has been holding her ground since the mid 1700’s, strong and independent, a messenger of hope. Having survived intentional trauma, weathered and requiring support, her beauty is not daunted by time nor injury.

You look at me from my window, be at peace you say
‘You don’t know what came before you,
how can you demand this of me?’
It is the wind that speaks, the ocean that roars,
my mind that is beckoning me
Be at peace you say
It is time