As we walked in the park
An aged tree was before us
The trunk so wide
And trunk like branches
Growing in so many ways.
It was so old that I wanted to know,
To know what joys it had seen,
It had seen in its long life.
The people who had walked passed
And admired its rugged beauty.
Some may have stopped
And admired it,
Couples may have kissed under it
And made their vows.
We stopped and looked at it,
Looked at it in wonder,
At the beauty of its age.
We eventually walked on passed
But the memory of that tree
Will be with us forever
As our love climbed its branches.