Monday, 27 January 2014

Trees

Over the green
Beneath the brown
Sentries and observers
Of years past stand still
Through the flaky wisps of time.
They watch,
Immovable bystanders.
Silent perceivers and beholders
Of the fate of many.
I gaze and I gaze...
I wish and I want
Will ye not tell me
The stories of centuries past ?!

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