The Old Tree

It is strange how things that we see and take for granted in everyday life should suddenly instil in our minds a new awareness of their presence A silent moment a brief pause from life's ever quickening pace a moment of peace - in times like these a common thing like a dried old tree becomes alive with beauty It stands like a quiet sentinel who has witnessed many an event through time Time has passed by but it remains silently standing there O Tree! What secrets do you store in your noble branches? How many events have you recorded that man knows nothing of? In your younger days when you wore your mantle of green you nested the carefree birds to their offspring you gave protection When the sun scorched the earth you gave them cool shade On a cool windy night you gave them warmth How pleasant was their song to your ear as they sang a song of thanks to you You were a playmate to the children When they romped at your feet or climbed on your branches you smiled Time grew older and the children became lovers You saw them kiss in your shade soft with the light of the moon The aura of their love touched your leaves and you blushed Today they have all gone away but you still remain silent sentinel still waiting and watching How many untold events have you witnessed faithful keeper of secrets? O that my soul could commune with you and share of your rugged beauty! Most Noble Tree! forgive me for my once-waxen eyes