his ancient posture incomplete
his green leaves whisper in the breeze
he rents his arms to birds and bees
i've known this tree since i was small
i clamored through his hollowed halls
i flew his helicopters on
the strong support of summer squall
this tree has braved both storm and snow
he blossoms back from seasons’ woe
and when i have nowhere to go
i thank his limbs for my repose
he'll never fight or disagree
if i lay sleeping at his feet
he'll never live to see the sea
but there's no doubt he'll outlive me
