The tree stood there...
Looking back at me,
As if raring to tell me something...
Probably of the days of yore now past...
Or of the many a moon that went by too fast...
It looked intently yet with a sort of detachment as would leave you astonished,
A non-chalance which spoke volumes on composure...
It made as if to make known the countless secrets it harboured in its twisted branches...
Of the many souls that saw it as their place of peace...
In a bid to try and hear the unspoken, it spoke tomes without having even spoken.
So quietly, it swayed to and fro.
Silently, it gazed...
Affixed to the hard, 'impalpable' earth...
A symbol of virtue...
The point where prudence met justice and fortitude its play-fellow temperance...
It stood on high with a sort of humble pride...
Slowly but steadily moving to the tune of the soft wind...
Magnificence incarnate...
It billowed ever so gently as if in unity with the elements all about it:
The sun's gentle fire from above,
The air all about,
The firm and unyielding earth beneath
And the water from down below
The point where all came and united in such harmony as would leave any who cared to acknowledge in awesome wonder...
And still as I went on my way, it still stood