A thousand years

The wind ravaged the sleepy trees,
Their whispers laced with age
They were tired now;
They had stood for so long,
And their boughs were getting weary

The endless sky sagged under its weight,
Sighing soft wisps of cloud
And birds perched on the tree
Left to visit that smudge of blue,
Flitting in its
Empty heart

Tossed like a toy through the dense air,
To the tangled forests
The golden sunlight trickled through the rich green
Of the wide leaves
To make dappled patterns that danced
On the ground of curled leaves

Then they returned to perch on those broken trees
That had aged a thousand years
In a mere two minutes