I can tell the age of a mighty tree.
Its rings of endurance faint with earths disasters.
Nevertheless, I see the Red Woods solid core, encircled in time.
Aged wrinkles surround the timber.
Its weathered bark, a protector for everyone to see
especially for me!
Time passes through distance landscape.
How strong are its seasoned leaves that overshadow me?
I reflect and wish and dream. My fears scream with tears.
Weaken, I stand and I can not escape.
Still, the tree stands proudly facing thee.
Its ruff branches enclose my being.
And I listened to a husky whisper from the mighty trees top,
"Dont be numb to my simple beauty, just feel and
Time Will Tell!"
ŠVivian M Muska, October 31, 1996