Grandfather Tree
November 28, 2014
Your branches
like knotted hands holding up the universe,
Your trunk
an anchor,
roots reaching down into the netherworld.
The osprey
nests in your lofty, outstretched heights
Your swaying boughs,
tickled by wind, they sing,
each leaf a story to tell.
Ancient,
generous,
living thing,
here, in your shadow, I feel loved.