An Old Tree

Through my days I've grown deep roots

Going down to ancient mines

Arrows, armors, scripts and flutes

Dating from beyond the times

Through those times I've lived to see

Streaks of endless history

I have seen what used to be

Secrets kept a mystery

I'm an old unheeded tree

Yet my age goes far beyond

Every day some pass by me

Unaware of times I bond

All the time such natures form

Full of signs and tracks of old

All this time those days once norm

Have become long tales untold

2007

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