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..
