The Beech Tree

This beauty that stands before me Unchallenged by the light of day Or the four winds that surround her For she has stood her own for so long Offered her strength and shelter For so long, Become part, yet set within the Ever changing feilds of time This beauty that stands before me She has grown through the ages Held secrets never to be told and Yet her wisdom seems to seep through Every heartfelt hue, Roots set deep and spreading Branches that stretchout like hands A comforting sight for onlookers Who smile as they Understand