Woodlands

I sat for a time, 'neath these branches today, and thought of the scope of changes, that


had taken place 'round this crackled bark, and the stories it would be able to tell, if trees could do such things, as


near these outstretched branches once a hospital also stood, therefore


this regal towering life more likely older, than a 130 years had been beside the people, whom


in the present we'd never call 'lunatics' nor 'insane', but were shut in cold cells anyways, with


the best of intentions, for who, in those times knew, a better way to treat, those unable to fend for themselves?

Then, I stopped and pondered more, if we are any better at it today.