Golden Moments Of Time

Elegant golden branches reach up into the clouds 

Like a ballerina's arm gracefully extended in an arabesque.

A universe of roots reach deep into rich, dark soil,

Connecting us with our past and hopes of what the future may hold.

Smooth but strong, the colourful crisp bark holds the stories and dreams of many generations, before and to come.

Branches, an intricate web of lace, like wings float,

Soar and sway like a dream or memory dancing through your head, 

Staying still but never for long.

The leaves, a rainbow sunset of colours,

Melt together like ice cream on a warm summer's day.

Butterflies dance around the lush leaves, 

Their delicate wide wings brushing the tips of each leaf like a paintbrush gliding across a canvas. Time goes on, loving and laughing.

As the days get colder, the leaves start to fall, slowly catching the wind.

The seeds come, too, spreading, creating new hopes, stories and lives.

Millions of memories are held in these branches. Many made but many more to come. The joys and the cries, the hellos and goodbyes.

Whose shoulder will you cry on when we are not here anymore?

Where will you lie when our branches fall?