1/4/13 Observing the trees in front of my office. This was not the original version of this but I couldn't remember what I had originally thought by the time I got a chance to write it down. I love the description "windblown and unbroken". The rest of the words only exist so that those can.
Graceful evergreens grow westward, swooping towards the setting sun.
Windblown and unbroken, bending gently, every one.