No higher will it grow,
Its bluish-green colors,
Could be the union of peace and celebration for others,
This land will fill our spirits high as we pray,
For everything reaches far and beyond on this day,
These are the Similkameen trees so vast and sure,
We loved each moment there last June,
Not alone but many like ourselves with paints in hand,
Managed to captivate this wondrous land,
Dozens of red squirrels move about to feed on the cones,
Wild birds nourish by their fill on those spilt seeds that sown,
Another long look higher up into the boughs that don’t break,
For the pine trees reach waits too exhilarate.
