Magnificent ancient tree,
Imposing branches,
Reaching into the sky

Clouds shrouding its circumference,
It stands tall and proud,
Way up so high.

The moon rests beneath its canopy,
Appearing somewhat insignificant
And small,

A little, tiny golden circle,
A magical, hanging, crystal ball.

A massive, mystical trunk
Enclosing a soul with substance
And volume so grand and wise,

With roots deeper than the abyss,
I imagine that it is its own universe,
Through my eyes.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017