The tree
Between wind
and storm,
sea and sky,
the tree stood
through time,
rock,place,
roots deep,
bough
and branch,
stretching high.
And below,
his children
cried,played,
couples carved,
hearts,
and kissed,
through generations
of footsteps
in passing,
seasons made.
For then
as now,
in spring
the woodland
blossoms,
with stories
along pathways
all journeys
true will bring.
And in the passing
of hours,
there is a calling
from legends,
magic, life,
and lore
from ancient trees
for those
who step
and seek, joy
and wisdom,
through nature’s
open door.
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