Trees

The trees form a fortress along the water.
Guarding her against all that approach.
No password is whispered or even known.
Isabel appreciates the job of the trees performed each day,
each night all year long, for years.
Her trees are hers and hers alone, for now.
For now, for this short time is fine for it is the only constant to count on.
Standing lean and tall above her she feels them as she senses her own tanned skin;
a blanket draped perfectly over a collection of priceless jewels.
Always there, just there, steadfast even.
Protecting and ensuring her safety.