I remember my humble beginning and the years since.
Many tides have come and gone
Countless phases of the moon have passed.
The seasons have taken their toil -
Tattered and torn, battered and bruised, twisted, sunken and old
My body creaks.
I have endured.
I have weathered the storms.
I have stood my ground - strong and defiant to this day.
Stable, strong, and dependable - or am I just stuck?
The history I have seen, the longevity I have endured is staggering.
I have been anchored for so long or is it stubbornness?
Visitors have come and gone or were they trespassers?
Either way they made their impact.
By nature I desire to peacefully influence all that is around me.
Trusted for shelter and protection over the years
Time has made me a patient observer whether I like it or not.
I have been the confidant of confidential information.
Now, the attention of others is elsewhere.
I seem to hold no wonder for people anymore.
It seems I am back to being......
JUST A TREE.
by Chad Pritchard