The roots are old,
wrinkled,
hunched shoulders,
long and thin.
The trunk is still strong,
reliable,
holding up young branches.
Branches still growing,
haven't quite decided where they end yet.
Leaves younger still,
fruit yet to fall,
new trees shall soon grow.

Me, my father, my father's father, and his father before that.

Fruit yet to fall,
new families shall soon grow