The King Tree

Standing close to
the King Tree
Coed y Brenin forest park
At Tyn-y-Groes
It makes it’s mark
Seemingly it knows
The river whitens at that point
Over the boulders below
This massively impressive tree
All these years did grow
An amazing circumference
Straight up to the sky
Imagine the energy
All those feet
So high
Surrounded by a cluster
Of comrades one and all
It really takes your breath away
In its kingdom it doth rule

A Douglas Fir
A giant stare
Internal circadian clock aware
All these years and weathers we
Experience it’s instancy
How it communicates every day
It’s huge roots thrust
In its regal way
It’s what it is it’s how it grows
Across the years
It’s what it knows
An individual a trunk so round
Rooted firmly in the ground

On the path where I now stand
Having walked a while
On forest land
The whimsical water down below
Someone’s dog entered its flow
Fetching a branch and curiously
Puffing away in front of me
In this forest of giants
An enthralling time
Worthy yes of the simple rhyme