This winter day slowly comes to its close
I watch the fading sun disappear
behind the pine trees across the valley
that makes the limts of my land..
It could be this world's end...
But nearer to my high stone terrace
Two aged oaka loom their heavy heads
to shade my glass of wine.
I sense disapproval - take another sip,
feel defiant as I lift my glass to them
....and to me...
And then I remember it - a flat circle of a oak
its rings suggest an age beyond the human
perhaps more than 300 years in th earth
rings beyond human counting...
Had it beem left unencumbered
to die its potential span...mass destruction
of younger trees, of homes, cars, gardens
all human clutter
would have been buried for all eternity..
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