The old trunk

There it is, standing old...
look at its lines
its curves,
its mossy, woody surface....
What do you see, a tree?
a plant?, an oak?
sure, I see...a timeline
a history, a life, at its golden ages.
You can tell, all the lines and curves..
the scratches and scars...
oh it suffered, harsh life eh?
a seedling, trying to make it...
harsh weather, human mayhem...eh..
it made it, a lucky one, a true survivalist...
and whats this, a story to tell,
who knew, the tree could talk...
there it is, on its back, a heart
" N+R forever"
Well,well, a romance, oh so great
it tells the laughs, the joy,
when these blissful words were carved into its memory...
long history, harsh history, memorable one...
wonder where they are, married, happy...
and there it is the old trunk...where it all began...
yeah...good good memories...