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.