White flaky skin

The tree swaying in the wind

Dancing for all to see

 

Roots are bundles of wood

Drinking water

 

A thick trunk going steady

White bark like paper

 

Wooden arms supporting nests

Comforting its residents

 

A fan of leaves spreading out

Waving to the sky

 

It’s branches barren,

Waiting for the snow to go away

 

Attaining wisdom

For over a millennium

 

Would you let a life like this

Be harvested without being remembered?