The tree, thousands of years old,
Has been patient for years
Whispering with others
Witnessing many things
It knows that patterns
Can change and shift
It knows that wolves
Can go from beauty to brute

Birds sing then crickets chirp
Flowers wilt and wither
The air becomes ice-cold
Jade-green leaves turn to gold
The tree has watched it all many times

A creature that is only very young
Could never truly know this language, this tongue

The tree has been patient
For thousands of long years
Surrounded by the scent of soil
Earthy and fresh in the rain
It knows things I do not
It knows every tear.