There stands a tree

[miss_scarlet007]

There stands a tree.
Tall, slender, unbowed,
Trunk liquid smooth,
Luring of touch.

Boughs upflung,
Tangled, chaotic, unashamed.
A reverie, a revelry.

Roots that yearn deep
To tickle at dinosaurs,
And all that soil has seen.

With my leaves shall I
Reach ever to the sun.
As my trunk gnarls and twists,
so shall I stand slender and unbowed.
With my boughs shall I dance,
In reverie, in revelry,
In time to the death rattle
Of curling leaves.

And when there stands a tree no longer,
So shall my roots remain.