Old one,
your roots go deep
into the dark, rich depths 
before and beyond
time and space,
drawing upon unfathomable wells.

You are the world tree,
your trunk rising,
thick and strong.
I rest my hand against you,
press my ear and feel
the slow thrum of life.

Your branches spread out
over all your children.
I sit in your shade and am content,
listening to your voice
in the whispering leaves.