My Ancient Pines

I walk amongst you feeling your past,
As you show me the stories you have amassed,
You tell your life in the passing of rings,
Of  twilights dawn as your limbs would sing,
There are many tales of old,
At your base they would all unfold,
One forrest or hundreds more,
You have been here a thousand score,
Living vines forever inner twined,
It is you who stands the passing of time,
I love you always My Ancient Pines.

Myrddin © 3/28/04