He stands tall, magnificient in all his glory!
He seems to support a whole plethora...
The ones that thrive under his protective shadow.
His crowning glory,
Lush and lavishly spread around -
With one blow of wind,
Heaves heavily.
His skin has a pattern to it,
Much like a hide
That develops a texture soaking up the fierce sun.
His limbs, sinewy as an athlete's.
But, is stationary and silent...
Patience in a palpable form.
Oblivious to the wounds that are caused to his being,
He keeps giving!
Never uttering as much as a sigh.
Hushed, mute, reticent..
Unconditional till his bones make our bed frames.
Alas..arrested by his own growth.
