The Obelisk Of Nature Poem by James Tipp

This ancient obelisk stands sentinel along the track
Its weathered trunk appears to be etched in hieroglyphics
But no human hands have done this work, here nature rules
The signs of wear and tear of age and of transition
Once a might tree that stood proud and tall alive and well
Reduced to this an obelisk of great beauty and age
Changed over time remaining for another period
An object of beauty whose pocked mark trunk
Still bring joy to the casual passer by who seeks inspiration.