Blue Horizon
Scarred by wind and weather,
twisted by ravages of time, yet standing proud, unbroken, lonely yet, at times
Set apart, but giving shade for those who travel by. Entertaining children in his branches.
Looking afar off where trees in groves grow thick, devoid of character in their form, yet they are they, and he is he.
Basking in the sunlight, filtered by the clouds, seeing through the mist... all things, uncluttered by irrelevance.
Blue horizon issues fair warning. Time is passing by and age is creeping as a wintry wind. Blowing through his boughs which groan and creak.
Fallen limbs are gathered as campfires. Young boys whittle small animals. Lovers picnic in his shade one day.
The road leads to distant lands or even farther. His heart longs to see, to feel, to visit foreign places, yet he is staid. Affixed to this one place, for so many would hate to see him go.
