Quiet Wisdom…keeper of memories
spoken on the wind…carrying seeds of hope
planted in the ground…secret wishes of new life
Hung upon your limbs…hope of dreams untold
Whispered under your leaves…they tell their stories.
Memories last a thousand years.
Your trunk marks each one with a ring.
As the wind blows a melody and the leaves
sing the recollections, for those who listen and hear
You‘re the dwelling place, but for a moment…of many.
Mothers comfort and teach their young in your shade.
Children clamber up your branches with courage and wonder.
You reach into their minds….creating imaginary worlds giving glimpses of lands afar
Lovers take first kisses under heavy laden boughs.
Seniors rest against your trunk grateful for the comfort you bring.
Every living creature finds peace within your presence.
Memories last 1000 years.
Your trunk marks one with a ring
the wind blows through your leaves,
Singing the recollections of a thousand years
for those who’ll listen and hear
You bear burdens
seems heavy causing you to bend
But you are steadfast….you were planted for a reason
Standing the test of storms winds and time
to keep the memories the collective thoughts must survive!
Every spring brings new life.
Every morning brings new joy.
Every leaf sings praises to the sun
Then with gentle rains the golden leaf….falls to the earth.
The dirt collects the memories of a universe.
and wraps it in your seeds to be planted…Secrets told.
Memories last 1000 years.
Your trunk marks each one with a ring
The wind blows through your leaves
singing the recollections of a thousand years
for those who listen and hear
