Standing
fifty feet tall
Head
in the clouds
Feet
rooted
Deep
in the earth
Whisperings
Soft
and low
Though
thunderous voice
Once
bellowed
Calm
and gentle hand
Mighty
destroyer of worlds
Lays
at rest
This
supine divinity
Though
rumbling hunger
Shall
soon be met
Yet
another
Torn
asunder
:)
ReplyDeleteYes, there goes another who will be hungry and tired no more (and no longer guilty about losing youth and vitality). No matter how tall or aged,
ReplyDeleteit is becoming as hard to say goodbye to a tree as to one of us.