Around me all is silence, I find comfort in the dark.
Yet my soul seeks solace, for in me there's a spark.
So slowly up I reach, hungry for the light.
As I struggle to leave safety for the place of my birthright.
Soon enough it will be time to sleep.
In eagerness I waken as I stretch and grow each day.
What joy it is to witness all the life that comes to play.
Golden days pass into memory each a treasure ever more.
Little friends each night tell stories from relatives of yore.
Yet Winter comes and it's time to sleep.
I still remember those old friends, as I shelter those they bore.
Telling stories of their ancestors that lived so long before.
From the mountain I see clearly, how the land has vastly changed.
Yet when I look closely it is clear that values have remained.
So I am content when it is time to sleep.
The wind blows harder as I stiffly bend, rocky soil not inviting now.
The golden memories warm me more than the sun shining on my bough.
Not far away another now enjoys the day.
So I've sent my friends over there to play.
Since now, it is truly time - to sleep.</tt>
The Methuselah Pine is the longest living life known on earth. Trees are still alive known to be over 7000 years old, yes infants in 5000 BC. It's a short twisted tree with enormous character that grows high in rocky mountainous areas where few other things survive. This is my tribute to that rare, beautiful wonder of nature.