Day 8 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘The Tree’
I am that ancient tree,
rings around the ring.
The older over the younger,
fingers stretching for another.

Everything I was, I still am.

Alone, like a cloud,
an island in the past,
sinking back into the thick mud,
reaching up to the infinite sky.

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