an old oak tree.

Maybe we are like the roots
Of an old oak tree

Despite the dead leaves
We manage new growth

Not fully withered
as the sun sets

Although we Often sway
in the night breeze

All it takes
Is a loving soul

A tender heart
To offer ease

For we are not timeless
though ever changing

In time as we please

like all seasons in reason
The memories of our minds

leaves falling
and fading away

Making room
for new growth
New life

Those never leaving leaves
that linger
Longing to stay and sway

after the falling of the sun
Beyond the nights breeze

it only takes one tender heart
to put your soul at ease.

nardine Sanderson 23/05/2025.