Enduring countless weatherings through seasons of time Yet still standing beneath a vaulted sky, where winds creak the branches. Resilience in it's sway Holding the light, yet casting shade in dappled silhouettes. Olden days imbued in it's cracks and hollows. Nothing intended or forced, merely carrying out it's process existing for us..living things I breathe oxygen, and for a moment I feel connected.. Though it has roots below my footsteps walk above..
I love you for this one. As one hunting in November I, have always taken to the deep woods whereupon nature revealed to me ancient trees, Pure and majestic in their outstretched arms I, sat below them, surveying outward, the babies they had sown now having grown up, and in to, majestic trunks themselves' as if to say, "now come,"..."now sit beneath my majestic arms.." and rest a while. And so....I did I was the better for it.
I like this one, especially the last two lines. For many trees, the root system is similar in size and spread to the canopy, which is really amazing. I know I’ve said it before, but the older I get, the more I love trees.
@Harmonium1923 Indeed. They are amazing. I cried when the neighbors cut down a very large tree in their pasture that I watched the sun rise through every morning .
So many elements and nuances we could expound on.. Thank you, H.🩷
@ChampagneOnIce Thank you! Always thrilled with others relate and enjoy.💕 It's so much harder now to write and express. I know we've discussed this, but still. *sigh*
@Magenta You did not miss it, you found it and I love them as well. I see this tree daily as I peer out my front living room window looking towards the state route and my mailbox.
