The old tree

You stand so strong and still,

You are so quiet and chill,

Your whispers are carried through the wind,

You are still here with me,

You are a mother to all nature,

And we have been on a great adventure,

You are the oldest,

And still the boldest 

You are still here with me,

And then I wake up one morning,

And with no warning,

You are lying down,

And without a sound, 

You are not here with me.