The Old Tree And Me



These woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have miles to go before I sleep


Enticed by poets’ words and song

With roots so deep, unmovable and strong


Where branches capture dreams undreamed

And all my dreams will start with these


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


1000 year old Olive Tree – Palma

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