Tree grew in the land
Place in far distant time
Rooted deep holding strong
Ignoring the clock chime
Defying storm and age
Chose not to leave at doom call
Tree cared not rules of span
Declined even the leaf fall
Imposed will against the force
While nature declared the crime
Continued in field of life to stand
Ignoring as the clocks chime
World changes with upheaval
Tempest came and turmoil
Ages slipped into the past,
Life returned to dust, to soil
Still that tree remained
While all that had been faded
Life long since was gone
To departure not persuaded
No longer standing upright
Still claiming the space
A throne to call its own
Forever to claim that place
A love of deep in the heart
A vow of how long to last
To show what would be
He called upon the past
Selecting for than ancient
A rock from wood long ago
Shared it with one adored
To profess that all would know
That fragment of a tree
Seeming to have been forever
To be matched by the time
Ere his love would sever
And it still endures true
To words without repent
Though ‘twas but a stone
Trivial to whom it was sent
So cast aside again
To now endure alone
Promise being a trifle
Without worth, mere stone.
G - Oct 2009
