Its said a tree has great strength
Alone and exposed to the elements
The seasons lining up for a turn
They bend and blow to challenge
To test its roots, its steadfastness
The reward is but survival
In a contest that always ends
With it finally succumbing so
The last chapter to the living
The challenge is the bearing it
Boughs of time branching out
Take a toll with laden limbs
And in the end 'tween it all
The pests, the lightning rare
Strike a splintering coup d'etat
So that it is harvested as lumber
The heartwood planks retain yet
The might of it still lives on
But knot unseen this ringed column
A leafy crown and medullary rays
Enrooted in the nurturing earth
Anchored in a foundation firm
Enduring the trials nature deems
The rite of passage for old wood
Marked by low limb loss, cleared
To stand alone, to stand still
Through all that life gives out
That character of the wood seen
By the visage of a single tree