The Keeper of Time Tree
It stands alone, yet never apart,
with wisdom carved in it’s heart.
Its branches stretch like open arms,
a refuge safe from worldly harms.
Beneath its shade, the wild ones play,
soft winds whisper, then drift away.
The roots dig deep, embrace the land,
holding secrets time has planned.
The sun has kissed its emerald crest,
the moon has bathed it while it rests.
Storms have raged and torn its bark,
but still, it rises from the dark.
The birds confide in gentle song,
they build their homes, they stay lifelong.
A silent witness, standing tall,
watching seasons rise and fall.
It does not speak, yet still it knows,
how time will pass, how rivers flow.
Not bound by chains, not moved by man,
it grows as only nature can.
And when we’re gone, when all is new,
this tree will stand, its branches true.
A monument to days once seen,
forever strong, forever green.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
What a perfect Ode to a tree. Great work.
Freakin amazing.
So true. How fleeting is time for us as compared to the grand old tree. Really thought provoking. Awesome poem. 👏🏼
What a marvelous selection and as I said before enter into poem, you have captivated from the image readers, that was a amazing poem. well done.there is no doubt,your are the king of poem.
Nice work