Age and age again it stands,
And beholds the change of the land.
Through rain, shine, snow and fire,
Young trees grow, the old retire.
This one stands when others fall,
Older than all, save the Mountain wall.
Each year adds to countless rings,
As it looms above all things.
Each year it stands upright and tall,
Watching over one and all.
Each year fades into the past,
But with this giant, the memories last.