Beaten and battered with limbs compromised by time and wind.  Employed by the saints and sinners of the wood for protection and food.  Your life is a constant battle for sun and earth alike.  Deeply rooted with steadfast resolve, you have seen birth and death, the circle.csc_7448

Ever present for two hundred years or more but even so your time is short.   The fight is in the last rounds and you are weary, I can tell.  You will give your space with reluctance, holding until the last.  Fear not old friend, there are others…..they wait.