I have gathered sun and rain to grow green leaves
Swaying softly in spring, rustling like applause in the fall.
My limbs have shaded generations
My roots have reached for centuries
My children & their children’s children surround me
Here in this peaceful part of my land.
Golden sunlight diamonds have glinted on the ground around me
Cold fingers of ice have touched my heartwood.
Dust-dry days of sandstorms have scoured my skin.
Torrents of rain, driven by gales have rushed at me
And I have swayed, but stayed unbroken.
Silver moonlight has kept me company many a night.
Yet through all the seasons, sorrows, bitterness and beauty
All of the history I have withstood and witnessed
There has been one thing I could not do
I could not grow green dollars or silver or gold.
Will you help me standing here before me?
Then we may both grow old together,
As old friends should
One of flesh one of wood.
by: Mary Hoeskt
- The Gallery- Trees: The Big One’s Tree (ghostwritermummy.wordpress.com)