Helygen Celli

Ancient Tree

Ancient tree, gentle friend,
I’ve come to speak with you again,
for I’ve been troubled much of late
as to the weavings of my fate.

I find such comfort in your shade,
here in this much-forgotten glade.
Your earthy scent, it clears my mind,
and thoughts once lost are there to find.

Your gentle strength supports my spine,
your gentle life-pulse soothing mine,
as I seek what I’ve come to find,
that elusive gift: peace of mind.

bron gedicht: onbekend
Foto Oude Eik: Majanka Fotografie