The Old Tree
Hello old tree…!
I wish that I could see
the things you have seen,
standing there so serene.
How long ago it was
no one here knows.
They are all sleeping
in neat little rows.
You impress me
with your longevity.
A hundred years-
Maybe even two…
O, the things that
you could tell
if people could
only listen to you.
There you stand firm,
so stately and tall.
A little rounder now,
but never moving at all.
The winds may come
and blow and blow,
But you stand there proudly.
Oh, the things that you know!
I hear your whisperings
when the wind blows so hard…
But your words elude me,
though you stand there in my yard.
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