Wisdom Spanning countless Ages,
Witness to a thousand Dreams,
Watching from the Depths of Twilight,
Where Illusion masks more than it Seems.
Wonder of Beloved Creation,
Walking ‘neath your Verdant Tower,
Willows Guarding O’er your Gates,
Wondrous in Viridian Flowers.
Waking to the diminishing Day,
Wanton in her Fragrant scents,
Waning Light that once Held Sway,
Watchtower of The Ancients.
Written in response to todays Daily Post/Ancients
Beautiful Photograph of the Church of Trees in Belgium found at : luxefinds.com