cool moss-covered elder
shaded by its own children
arms no longer reaching
towards heaven, but instead
holding itself to the earth
grey, rough wrinkled skin
once green and pliable
now calloused with knowledge
drag your fingers along
its body and feel the years
attempt to etch your skin
and grant you its' wisdom
Friday, March 20, 2009
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