Gnarled

It was a pristine town, Recalcitrant to taking off her ancient gown, The houses brought back memories, The ones got from ancient stories. The town was bordered by trees, It was also flanked by hills, The trees were old, rough, and twisted, I had some of their names listed. I met an old sage, He asked me to guess his age, It was a difficult task for me, He was calm like a tranquil sea. I've never seen a town haloed by nature, And of an exuberant stature, An experience I'll forever treasure, The passage of time can't foster its erasure.