Weathered
Towering high ore the the fields of grass
It’s thick and scarred and has a past
With roots down deep it’s firmly tethered
And stands there strong and majestically weathered
It’s seen its share of powerful storms come
Even thought it might not survive some
But yet it stands like a warrior feathered
Its mystic enhanced by being weathered
There is wisdom in its mighty branches
And compassion from so many chances
It speaks of life in tones that are measured
And sings with voice perfectly weathered
As I pass by we nod appropriately to each other
An understanding of two fellow brothers
Who have faced hell and high water together
Mutual respect and friendship that’s weathered