Journeys through Juniper

In paths where juniper trees align,
Their needles brush the tales of time.
A wanderer treads, both lost and found,
Within their boughs, whispers resound.

These trees, in stoic beauty, stand,
A bridge between the sky and land.
Each berry, a universe concealed,
A cosmos in a field revealed.

The night descends, star-studded, deep,
Under juniper's watchful keep.
The wanderer's heart, in silent awe,
Feels the universe's pull and law.

Through seasons' change and time's long dance,
Juniper's presence enchants the glance.
In summer's heat and winter's chill,
They stand, unyielding, noble, still.

And so this journey, under starlit dome,
Reflects the vastness where thoughts roam.
Juniper paths, with celestial guide,
Where dreams and cosmos coincide.