This towering presence,
has witnessed our distant past,
when others before us,
found shelter underneath it's branches,
a place where children played to their hearts content.
It is in this place,
a nation found their identity,
borne out of their innocence and infancy.
It is silent and one with the breeze,
as the dreams of a nation grows,
and progress fades it's spirit,
as man now revels it its destruction,
and denial of our mother.
CDLF 2009
