Yew Tree
 

Yes I am the golden one,
Shining from within,
Yet my exterior is course and rough,
Reddish bark and poisonous green.
Defensive.

Yes I am the bringer of death,
Guardian of the shade,
Yet many pass through my gateway.
Ancient roots mingle with earth.
Underworld.

Yet in spring I transform and regenerate, 
Bright green; branches of experience 
form my trunk. Yew tree, the ancient one 
is here, now, rooted, 
Recycled and regenerated over centuries. 
Rebirth.

Yes I am part of an avenue
Remaining from an obscure Druidic past. 
Yew tree remains witness to life and death, 
To all that exists - evergreen; my name is 
Endurance.
 


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