A Nod to the Oldest Tree in the Wood
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jul 19, 2024
Its bark, a map of passing years,
Of silent droughts and frozen tears.
Its branches, twisted, reach and claw,
Upholding nature's ancient law.
The other trees are straight and proud,
A fleeting and ambitious crowd.
But this one knows, and seems to brood,
The deep, slow secrets of the wood.
Of silent droughts and frozen tears.
Its branches, twisted, reach and claw,
Upholding nature's ancient law.
The other trees are straight and proud,
A fleeting and ambitious crowd.
But this one knows, and seems to brood,
The deep, slow secrets of the wood.