Wood the frame in which we reside.
Guardians of youth
Old trees sturdily stand
Nature’s family
Protecting the saplings that await their time
Binding the soil with hidden fingers
Until the woodman’s, hand strikes
Age being its downfall
Shaped to serve again
Protecting the human family within
Setting their roots for generations
Natures family their protective companion
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!