The Old Tree
The branches reached into the sky
And cast the emerald green
Reflections down below where I
Thought how it might have been
The same a hundred years ago.
At 7, I might never know.
。
11 years passed quickly by
And it seems all too strange
That so much time has passed and I
See no apparent change
From now and all those years ago.
I, 18, don’t care to know.
。
Someday years and years from now
I’ll stand under this magic tree.
Look up and smile, know somehow,
This hollow wood will always be
Like it was when I was 7—
Timeless, like another heaven.
—2009
