On windswept shore, of a tiny isle In the midst of a pre-cambrian sea Ancient and knarled you stand Twisted and bent, oh so painfully A mighty Cedar tree Guardian of time Sentinel, oh ancient Sentinel You are the guardian of the passage of time
Reason for writing:
I visit this old growth tree twice a year in remote northwestern Ontario. It is a calming and serene little island with this beautiful tree on it.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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