Elder Green

Flexible, I am a sapling in my thousandth year
I am spring, I am passion
I am tempered by the winters past
Older, wiser but not hoary, nor weathered
I shall remain elder green

 

The springtide never ebbs 
The cycle of life goes on 
Slower, stronger, with more consideration 
Still wild, the roots of life grow deeper yet 
Complex and rich, the branches intertwine 
Reaching higher into the heavens 
Than ever could a failing old tree 
Seeking the sun, we reach the stars

Flexible, I am a sapling in my thousandth year 
I am spring, I am passion 
I am tempered by the winters past 
Older, wiser but not hoary, nor weathered 
I shall remain elder green