The Old Yew Tree


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Posted by Galethien Elvádë on Hisime 23, 2002 at 11:54:15 am



There is a tree that's known as the old yew tree,
Where the north winds blow free
Away up north in the lands above Tel'ruid
Bringing up on breezes renewed


Where suns sends it warming rays,
Delicate dust dances in ballets.
Dancing to a sudden whims.
Through it's leafless limbs

And as I sit beneath the old Yew tree
I often wonder to myself and try to see
What the Yew has seen through the years
All the laughter, joys and tears.

Did it hear children's joyful laughter?
In games they chased after
Revealing in their young innocence
Living and enjoy life in it's immense

Was this once a meeting place?
Where lovers did met in love's embrace
To wile away the day's or night's time
In each other's arms sweet sublime.

Was it once a great battle sight?
With a gathering of far away knights
All believing in their cause justice true
Fought among the grass's dew.

Aye, The old Yew tree has seen much
Of joy, laughter, tears and as such
As it does see through yonder years
All of life's different spheres


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