Old Tree

Tue, 08/05/2014 - 11:55 -- DawnP


A great tree with massive boughs,

Sends its roots to the center of the earth.

It does not move or sprint about,

But dreams of things in silence with mirth.


A great tree with sturdy ancient trunk,

Sends branches towards the endless sky.

It waves in the gentle spring breeze,

And ponders why great things live and die.


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