Humble Stick

A humble stick, in the woods' thick

Lying mute, under the sky so quick

Once a part of an ancient tree

Now a relic of what used to be 

Its bark may be rough, but its heart is strong

In nature's choir, it sings along

A tool for the lost and gone

A toy for the child, in nature's song

It's free and wild, daring for thrill

It's a bridge for the ants, over the hill

A perch and nest for the birds of old 

A shelter for squirrels, in the cold

In its silence, not a word

Countless stories are heard

A stick, so simple, yet so profound

In its existence, beauty is found

Though so simple, it’s an installment

For the memories that are important.