The old lightning tree

I went to see the old burnt out lightning tree To see what wisdom and guidance it had for me. Standing hollow, let down by mans mistake. Old and worn, but yet so strong, it never shudders, it never shakes. Never speaks, never judges, never does it forsake. It listens to my moaning, it listens to my woes. I tell it of an uneasy feeling, that runs from my ageing fingers to my weary toes. I ask for guidance, I ask for advice. I'm given grounding, I'm given a connection back to life. It's comforting branches offering a safe embrace Away from the constant running of the human rat race. I sit up in it's perfectly green leaved shaped crown. Now feeling empowered as it takes away my frown. Written Aug 2025