THE GRAND OLD TREE

As I enter the park I see this majestic tree
All alone standing there so very strong and free
It’s as though a magnet draws me there
Knowing I have a weary soul to bare

I think of the generations of people it has served
Standing there with its many limbs being so curved
Kids playing, shade offered, picnics beneath
Dogs sniffing, grabbing a scent from the grass underneath

What this tree must have seen in all these years
Children climbing, lovers underneath sharing their tears
Drug deals, dogs fighting, random ***
Never knowing what it might see next

This strong humble tree is over one hundred years old
It holds a multitude of secrets if all be told
It never makes a sound as it stands there all alone
Unless the wind stirs up causing some wonderful tones

I can go to this tree to meditate and escape my daily life
While others have come to it to carve their initials with a pocket knife
Whichever you choose this old tree will be there for you
Just walk on over to it- You have nothing to lose