I wonder now, I ask of me

What tales would come from that old tree

I visit now and then, just so I remember it

Sitting with that sturdy edifice on the edge of cliff

I breathe in the spirit of your visage

With all that you’ve given, I’m carved in your image

You make a light of life it’s like you’re omnipotent

Your altruism is all too true, isn’t it?

I took the pilgrimage through deciduous prisons

Witnessing transitions from viridian to crimson

Listening to their whistles, unconvinced of their religions

Because none of them were gifted with your seasoned wisdom

You’re my Elder Alder, my Old Oak

You’re my Papa Trunk, you’re my Grandfather Grove

I keep growing in the shadow of your hand-me-down fruits

Your shade leaves a tattoo on the grassroots

You’re my

You’re my Elder Alder, my Old Oak

You’re my Papa Trunk, you’re my Grandfather Grove

I keep growing in the shadow of your hand-me-down fruits

Your shade leaves a tattoo on the grassroots

I stay true

To the views you imbued

No matter how many rings our family jumps through

We are glued by your bonds of immovable comfort

And make models from your solemn kind of humble

A famous modesty

Based upon equality

Many think they’re smart

But you’ve aged into honesty

Vibrant with love even though you’re gray follicly

Slowed by your bones but your brain is an odyssey

You’re a sanctuary, you’re my stasis

Fully free of charge, I need no invitation

You made your namesake such a rich cultivation

And laid an oasis for my generation

Now I know that there’s hope for us still

A brighter side of life we’ll see when we get over the hill

Won’t be awoken until

We finish living for thrill

And see it juxtaposed by how you’re living slow and so still

A vision fit for a kaleidoscope that’s sowed with your skill

A magic touch like you could grow a four leaf clover at will

One in a million so I swear I’ll write a poem to fill

The space you made until it’s etched with every quote you instilled

That’s why you hold on

That’s why you keep giving

To the ends of the earth, to see that you’ve finished your mission

Branching out

Just far enough to stitch your kin with close knitting

While surveying other family trees that rather gone fishin’

Your vision’s less than perfection, so if you’re left second guessing

Trust me, you won’t need a river just to see your reflection

It’s in every leaf, sprout, every ounce of your resin

Is simply residue of life worth living

You’re my Elder Alder, my Old Oak

You’re my Papa Trunk, you’re my Grandfather Grove

I keep growing in the shadow of your hand-me-down fruits

Your shade leaves a tattoo on the grassroots

I said

You’re my Elder Alder, my Old Oak

You’re my Papa Trunk, you’re my Grandfather Grove

I keep growing in the shadow of your hand-me-down fruits

Your shade leaves a tattoo on the grassroots

"Very Good"