Grosi Tree

As I walk along the crooked path, over to where you stand,
Where you’re steady and well-grounded, roots deep under the land
I gently run my hands, along your grey creased face, 
And wrap my arms around you, in a warm and peaceful embrace.

Other times I sit, with pen and paper at hand,
Or even kneel down next to you, knowing you’ll understand.
Grosi tree, your sheer aura makes me feel at ease,
With every frown your smile turns around - every leaf that drifts off in your breeze.

Yes a vast, scary world Earth is, in all its immensity
But when I’m with you there’s no fear to belie, I feel cocooned in your clarity.
And what clarity that is, for a wise soul like yours, a great knowledge you bestow, 
For every wrinkle you possess is a memory of what you've watched come and go.