silent, yet certain.
A guardian of this place,
rooted in time,
arms wide with grace.
Older than the city,
a friend to wind and waves,
perhaps even to Joe Fortes
before English Bay had a name.
Not maple, not apple —
something wilder, wiser.
Too vast for a frame,
too beautiful to name.
silent, yet certain.
A guardian of this place,
rooted in time,
arms wide with grace.
Older than the city,
a friend to wind and waves,
perhaps even to Joe Fortes
before English Bay had a name.
Not maple, not apple —
something wilder, wiser.
Too vast for a frame,
too beautiful to name.