What a gift!
To stand within a tree and breathe its musky depths.
Lean against worn bark hewn out by countless rings
Over years and decades and monarchies.
Feel the becalmed air within the depths-
Sharing spaces with myriad lives, unseen in crevices.
Playing at being The Green Man.
Still and watching.
Amused at how fleeting fast the world turns,
Navigating people’s roots.
© Tom Tide 2016