Do you realize?
Oh ancient tree?
Generations stood under you,
And looked up to see.
Oh, have mercy,
As I stand so bold,
Look up and See,
I’m very old.
I gaze up at your canopy,
Oh ancient being,
They shan’t fell you,
You’re better seen.
I lean with age,
Looks quite odd,
But my trunk stands firm,
In fertile sod.
A beautiful bark,
A textured shell,
How very splendid,
Your flowers smell.
Oh I say in reply,
You will grow old,
And lay in my meadows,
If truth were told.
But I have you know,
As you look up to me,
The day will come,
You’ll lay under me.