The comings and goings,
Of lefts and rights.
The reds and greens,
Of deciduous change.
The sound of the river,
Drowning noises of the heart.
Grounded in unison,
With the roots,
The bedrock,
Of all things human,
Of all things natural.
Feeling the warmth of the sun,
The frigid depth of the moon.
It listens to the passing of stories,
It feels the breaking of a human spirit.
It carries the weight of the wicked,
And understands like no other.
Withstanding the tests of time,
Memorializing what we miss,
What we hate, what we love.
Often overlooked,
But always there, always ready.
Take a seat.
