Old oak teaches young,
History
Many greats ancestors,
Fossilized.
Pressed between limestone
Pages.
Of megaannums,
Myth,
As well, truth.
Chapters buried under layers of
Stone, earth.
Time, the
Author
————
Age, young tree cannot
Fathom.
Then, fathoms of seas,
Deep
Old says, where we stand,
Once water.
She tells Young,
More years,
Many more years will go
By.
You will grow tall,
Elegant, she
Says.
Robins will nest in your
Branches.
Families.
They are trees of another kind
———-
Old says, now rain is on its
Way
Our thirst will be
Quenched.
———-
Young says, Elder,
Tomorrow will you tell me more
Stories?
I want to
Listen.