There is still life in

this old tree

no matter what

they say

 

A rotted log

upon the ground

my bark is

turning gray

 

Once I was strong

withstood the wind

until there came

a day

 

When I became

too old to stand

now on the ground

I lay

 

Inside my trunk

are rings that show

my growth

my ripe old age

 

While I am down

still life is found

just in

a different way.