Monday, April 6, 2009


Silently watching the world, I, the ancient sentinel, ever unmoving
see my world green, winter and die, then return to green again.
As I remain... Ever-Green.
Rare lichen nestle my skin
and at my feet, soft green moss and deep shade.
Deep silence.
Countless seasons pass, yet I am ageless.
My deep roots are tangled with the family that stands next to me.
And so entangled, when one falls so may the others who cling to it.
Generations of children and I, standing closely together as one.
Little ones that grow along in the canopy, rooting into my great wooden body.
And we are watching, we will endure.
Time is all we have.

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