Wise Tree

You are old
You have lived and let go allowing deadwood to fall away
as you sprout in fresh new directions
You shade the place I lie
looking up at your grandfather branches
your baby leaves
and all the lives ringing in your limbs
Winds have bent you
Storms broken you
but you live on
strong from swaying
Rooted firm and sure
you shelter and teach me
Your student adores you
Grandfather Tree