Grandfather Tree

The Grandfather Tree
I was only three years old, when they found me asleep in
The folds of your roots already you hand rings so thick,
That you bulged.
By the time I was five I could climb up the folds
to your bottom branch.
Still thin, young in tree-age.
You became my fortress.
Hidden among the leaves,
I peered at the world. sat with the birds,
Thought a bit.
You aged reaching for the sky
And I rose with you.

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