Like That Old Tree
Jonah
In autumn the geese call together
On the wing.
With the chill in the air we know
What the season change will bring.
I look up and wonder
Before slumber frees my spirit to soar
Shall I depart, the season over
My time done here.
As I grow older the cold bites deeper
Seasons and time don't wait.
Shall I take relief with friends a-flight
Or shelter in with dry wood.
Sight returns to my level
Where I see an old tree.
Rooted and high
In company and content.
It's time is not done
More seasons will it to share
Majestically, facing the weather
Fearing not that would strike it down.
With feet planted on the soil
My spirit reaches for the Light
Earth and this place are home now
The seasons are meant for me.
Like that old tree.
P.S. I can be happy visiting.
