Language of Thou Stars

are you my symphony?

I can hear your words.

Your endless heart,

Your silent glory,

Your ancient misery.

When you were just a sapling,

 young and new.

but now you know it,

your wizened branches.

I wish you knew I loved you so.

I can see the comets of years,

Imprinted upon thou wood.

The earth shall spin.

Births and deaths.

Weaving a story.

All these years, you have watched.

Sharing your wisdom as we grow.

Your leaves are gone,

But your eyes still sparkle,

With the language of thou stars.