Grandfather Pine

Long under your bows did we play as children. Wisps among elderly eaves.

For a time you and your twin stood watch over the street, reaching for the heavens and looking to the sun.

My innocence was complete nestled between your roots,

And as we climbed your branches, you watched with ageless eyes.

Now I see what time has wrought upon you. You branches wither and needles fall.

A vine has replaced your once brilliant bark,

And now the light of day is seen between great gaps in your canopy.

Oh that time were so cruel,

I would have stayed under your branches long after the day passed away.

My Grandfather Pine.

-M.E. InkOwl


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