My Tree

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.