I walked through the wood
Looking at all around me,
The glory of nature so wondrous.
The deeper into the wood I go,
Where the trees are getting older.
Then I see it,
I see this gnarled trunk,
Lichen and moss covering it.
I stand there listening,
Waiting to hear the stories,
The stories it could tell.
My imagination runs riot,
But the secrets the tree knows
Stay within its body,
Leaving me wondering in my thoughts,
And wandering further into the wood.