The years have robbed them –
of youth, strength, seedlings, soil.
Yet still they stand,
tottering together,
hand in hand,
heart in heart,
staring down the approaching winter
with eyes bleary but wise.
Theirs has been
a journey,
a defiance,
a rising above,
a conquering of Kingdoms.
And on the brink of leaving this for the next,
they raise shaking heads
to be crowned at last
with glory.

What are your thoughts?