Sitting Under Ancient Tree

ancient treeSitting here under ancient tree,
Slowly learning patience.
Seasons come, then leave,
Just as in autumn leaves drop.
 
A thousand years pass
As one moment of lasting prayer,
Endures winds that blow
Both day and night.
 
Even now the buds of Spring
Open in greening time,
Warm Earth in welcome,
More light and new birth.

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