Nooks and crags
Hard and rough to the touch,
Stories hidden deep within
Somewhere between
The rings and the sap.
Hardest foundations
For the tenderest of shoots,
Finest green needles
Homes for nomads of the forest.
Towering over all
The only witness of history
And with tightest lips
You perform interpretive dance
With your roots underground,
Accomplices in beauty
Can’t help but join the show.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 