The Old Tree And Me

 

OT1

These woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have miles to go before I sleep

OT3

Enticed by poets’ words and song

With roots so deep, unmovable and strong

OT2

Where branches capture dreams undreamed

And all my dreams will start with these

OT5

Now evening has fallen, and nightingales are singing

The last of Sunday’s Bells is ringing

And on the darkest hour of the year

Over treetops you perceive

Scarcely a breath – silence

Wait then; and soon you too

Will have peace

OT4

1000 year old Olive Tree – Palma

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