For two decades I stood with pride.
With time by my side I grew towards the heavens.
Now I tower over my master’s home.
My roots reach deep into the earth’s womb
for one day this spot will be my grave.
I might live a century or more
with only the ground’s flesh as my door.
Looking up, I become enthralled by the sun’s light,
which I will cherish until my time is done.
The wind howls and birds sing through my branches.
My roots can taste the moistness of the soil.
As I loom over the house, I can see the vast world.
I can barely feel the elements while coated in my thick bark.
Because I am trapped in one place
I am lonely and without a companion.
The larger I grow, the more I tire
I cannot wait for when I retire.
For two decades I stood with pride.
Beautiful.
So 👌
A beautiful collection of words to honor a Godly creation.