The Ancients

by Morgan

The Ancients

Wisdom Spanning countless Ages,
Witness to a thousand Dreams,
Watching from the Depths of Twilight,
Where Illusion masks more than it Seems.
Wonder of Beloved Creation,
Walking ‘neath your Verdant Tower,
Willows Guarding O’re your Gates,
Wondrous in Viridian Flowers.
Waking to the diminishing Day,
Wanton in her Fragrant scents,
Waning Light that once Held Sway,
Watchtower of The Ancients.

Beautiful Photograph of the Church of Trees in Belgium found at :

2 Comments to “The Ancients”

  1. Oh nice… this reminds me of walking through the Giant Sequoia forest in Big Basin California. Such an ancient feeling, and yet you feel like you are walking near the toes of giant gods. nice imagery my friend.

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