• Old and wise
    His face is wrinkled
    Like the young canyons
    He’s everlasting
    Weathering through many years
    His brilliant green hair
    Dyed many times a year
    Hangs down and
    Covers everything
    His dark skin
    Is tanned evenly
    From the sun
    It’s rough and smooth
    From much wear and tear
    His arms and hands
    Are twisted from age
    Rendering them useless
    But still he stands and sways