Ancient Sycamore

Here I stand,

Says the ancient sycamore,

As the river thunders

As the waters swirl

As the high water Tay rushes past,

Here I stand.

Here I stand,

Says the tall mighty tree,

As the people pass

As they gawp at my neighbour

As they rush past my splendour,

Here I stand.

Here I stand,

Says the sycamore,

As the forest was timbered

As the trees were cut back

As Birnam was broken,

Here I stand.

Here I stand,

Says the ancient,

As you walk with your troubles,

As you pass with your fear-thoughts,

As you wrestle with worries,

Here I stand.

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Inspired by this ancient, 300 year old sycamore, standing next to the more famous Birnam Oak, one of the few survivors of the ancient medieval forest at Birnam.