Early in the morning, I see you there.

Oh noble one, you stand so tall,
so majestic, so wonderful, and yet so alone.
You are, nevertheless, a constant on the landscape.

The weather changes and berates you, you bend in the wind,
you sway and bear scars of many years but you stand, still.
You are a veritable giant amongst others.

Physically, you grow;
soulishly, you mature;
spiritually, you remain.
You, of the Ancient Ones.

Thankful to the Holy One for my humble being,
I admire you for what you are, who you are.
So robust and yet so free.

And now in the evening, I bow to you.
Said the tree to the human.