The old man sleeps
Beneath the boughs
His eyes never wake
They're only sleeping sound
Roots caress the dirt
Spring up from below
Entrapment entwined
The undertow
The old man sleeps
Beneath the boughs
His eyes never wake
They're only sleeping sound
Moss laden on his limbs
Gnarled twigs and branches lift
Drinking deep of the Brandywine
An ancient heart beats inside