The Tree

Trunk as thick as a bus

Always growing taller and taller towering over the rest

Growing old with lots of mould folding under and over

Sturdy branches each filled with bright green leaves dancing in the breeze

Strong storms rolling in waving, whirling wind

Snapping limbs as frail as can be crashing to the bottom so crazily

Creatures taking shelter under my dry canopy

Strong roots holding tight going miles under the earth 

Anchoring itself, in time and place, for many years to trace

Back to a time when First Nations people lived and roamed in peace at this very place

When wood and bark gave fire and animals food 

This tree has provided plenty for many a century

I see this tree with new eyes and a refreshed mind

It has shaped the past, present and future for mankind

Our survival depends on it as First Nations people have always known

A shared understanding and respect for this tree and the land where it stands.