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Weathered

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