The Beech Tree.
This beauty that stands before me
Unchallenged by the light of day
Or the four winds that surround her
For she has stood her own for so long
Offered her strength and shelter
For so long,
Become part, yet set within the
Ever changing feilds of time
This beauty that stands before me
She has grown through the ages
Held secrets never to be told and
Yet her wisdom seems to seep through
Every heartfelt hue,
Roots set deep and spreading
Branches that stretchout like hands
A comforting sight for onlookers
Who smile as they
Understand
Duncan Wyllie
Artist Jenny Urquhart
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/
