We met at the River’s edge; it was last summer. I was entranced by your breadth of swooping long and enveloping limbs that reached down to the earth to create new beginnings. As I leaned in to feel your magnificent trunk, with textured skin and intriguing grotesque extrusions- stopped short as if frustrated by the wisdom of time and intuitive knowledge of no time- but time across generations.
Rings of encircling breather roots exposed by the tide, raise quirky knobbly gestures to the light. Under my bare feet I feel your pulsating rhythms of interwoven root systems and life, connections shaped by the River, Earth and this magical Tree.