The Trees

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I hope you like this short poem I wrote.

Enjoy!

Two dark trees stand tall,
The keepers of the gates,
That lead to creatures, plants and fields.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

Birds land and nest on the trees,
Flutter flutter flutter fly,
Creatures thrive, from ants to bees,
The trees forever seem alive.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

The winter comes and now deserted,
Those two trees stand bleak and cold,
Countless years, those trees outlasted,
Where some are cautious, they stand bold.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

The memories from all my life when here, involve these trees,
Ancient beyond comparison, and none the worse for wear,
The guards of nature standing tall,
They always will be there.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

Pyro.