She is standing there; she’s always stood
there, tall, proud, untiring, unwavering. Seasons come and go and she
continues to stand in silence, watching the world pass and run, laugh and cry,
live and die.
As the years turn to decades, change befalls
all, her too.
She will change, she has changed. Time has made
her a fearful sight, but beneath the tough timber lies her heart, growing wiser
with every passing child, mother, father, hour, week, month and year.
Her bark is strong, unbreakable like her will.
And so she lingers on… watching in silence.
96 words
This entry is for the Friday Fictioneers Contest
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