The Deepest Trees

The deepest trees
grow in twisted lines and circles
that will intertwine
one day.

They have the slowest roots
I’m told, because their destinies await.
Five hundred years from now they will
be precious things for certain
Just as long as they keep turning
green and gold.

They are a whole legacy
all on their own.
Big wide spaces overgrown
left to defy they silver and the sand.

And they tell me a more solitary
place cannot be found,
except maybe underground
where worms do teem and grow
and they ought to overflow but...

The roots of the deepest trees
keep them in check,
for the rising of the worms
is not to happen for a while yet.
But when it does we’ll all be gone
And then the deepest trees
will be the most forgotten song.