A large tree stands alone as it has for countless seasons.
The width of its trunk wrings admiration from the soul.
It is stong grounded and permanent.
It draws all of its needs to it.
Its roots, the reason it exists
are unseen, underground.
They grip the ground, they suck the earth,
they quest for its survival,
as its branches sway serenely above.
There is wisdom, balance and surrender to elements,
be they wind or rain or fire.
Time in between each millenium sees a tree,