The trees

Old as the sun which finds.

I’m croaky, I’ve blown.

I’m tall, I have seen majestic minds.

I’m ancient, I know more than I’ve shown.

My arms twist and flow,

My arms wind and grow.

Stretching deep into the earth.

Once a frail sapling,

Now I’ve grown, I’ve given wide berth,

Now only fading, now only grappling.

I’ve reached into the sky,

I’ve reached until I could fly.

People rush, people walk,

I felt them brush.

People mutter, people talk,

Catching mutters in a rush.

My roots withering with the bees,

This was my time as the trees.