I see the trees.
They talk to me.
I hear their story
Of a long time ago.
A thousand stories.
They talk to me
Of years of history.
The evolution of centuries.
But who planted you,
My faithful chunky tree?
Where is your seed?
What is your story?
What will I find
In your history
Of years gone by?
You grew and grew
From a sapling
To a hearty healthy tree.
The stories you can tell
Of years of history.
You all grew together
As one big family.
Through years of stories
And watching families
From young to old.
Forests to man-made tools
That denseness evaporates,
As buildings you now create
But I still sit to see
My tree that talks to me.
