Do you see me

Do you see me

Head bowed down

To the North wind

Wrapped

Warm against the cold

An old tree

Rooted in the past

Unearth me

There is little goodness

Left in this soil

I am too tired

To lift my limbs

As they dip

Down toward the river

Weeping

I once was a sapling

Young and sturdy

In my prime

Watch me

I am slowly falling

Leaning left of centre

Out of kilter

With a world

Of easy virtue

Shore me up

That we might

Stand against

The tempest

Build foundations

Harvest a scaffold

Of support

Until in time

We promote

New growth

In fertile ground.