I sit alone under an old yew tree,
listening to the birds high above me.
I wonder what this mighty tree has seen,
what it has heard, and how long it has been.
This old tree has seen much sorrow and laughter,
and will continue to do so for a great many years after.
Many generations have been and gone,
as time has stood still for the tree.
But how many people have stood here and stared,
and pondered the same thought as me.