High water events allow me to get up close to these magnificent trees that hold up the swamp. Cypress function as anchors to the shore, allowing rushing waters a chance to slow. They prevent erosion and filter the turbid waters.
Ode to the Cypress Tree
In the heart of the river’s slow embrace, where waters whisper, it is a tranquil space stands a sentinel with roots entwined, a cypress tree, ancient and refined. Beneath the veil of the Spanish moss, it guards the secrets of the river’s gloss. Your wood tells stories of ages gone by, whispers of river lullabies.
Through storms and floods, you stand tall, a resilience, a living wall. Steadfast you stand in ebb and flow. In the shadow of the moonlit night, cypress tree, guardian of quiet delight. So let us marvel at your silent grace, In the sacred space, where spirits trace. A living legend in the river’s decree, the timeless charm of the cypress tree.
