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Ode to an Old Soul

ODE TO AN OLD SOUL
By Charlotte Smith

ODE TO AN OLD SOUL

0 magnificent Yew,
In your majesty you reign supreme.
The sunlight filters through your swaying branches,
Your dark green needles tremble in the mwind,
Your trunk with its reddish, flaking bark is
so distinctive against the blue of the sky.
From early morning till night, your massive, squat
form is a unique sight.
Standing so alone, without any of your kind for
companionship or sharing of illumined thoughts -
Was it always so?
Tell me of the time when you once held court over
growing saplings, teaching them the ways of the
ancient trees.
I watch you through the changing seasons,
and my heart glows.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter:
yet you are evergreen and as solid and dependable as
Nature made you.
Wise, wise Yew,
What divine power guides your very lifeforce?
For there is a spiritual intelligence within you
that is so alive and omnipotent.
I will leave you now but I will return again soon,
for Old Souls need love and compassion to match
their years.
I can never give you all you deserve, but I can give
you all I have and so I shall,
as long as we are friends in this life and the next.

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ODE TO AN OLD SOUL

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