#TreeOfAges
I have stood here longer than memory,
my roots tangled with the bones of forgotten empires.
The sky has touched my crown with dawns and dusks
more than any man could count.
I have watched the rise and fall of nations,
like tides that whisper and then fade,
carving names on the shores of time.

Once, hunters stalked through the mist,
seeking shelter in the shadow of my branches.
I fed them with fruit, shared my cool shade,
and in return, they spoke to me in a language
the wind has long since swallowed.
Now, machines hum where silence used to reign.
Men no longer ask for my wisdom;
they do not pause to wonder how I still stand
while their monuments...