Tree

My twisted architecture stands firm and strong

a haven for the flying throng,

lined with snow in winter deep

summer's green and autumn's heap.

A life I stand in this place,

high on a hill

the wind I embrace,

all the seasons come and go

and still I stand but also grow.

My branches stretch for the light,

my roots search deep for damp delight,

I see it all go by each day,

all busy walking far away.

My days i'll spend here on this hill

watching those who never still

but I remain in this place

watching this amusing race.