Another riddle.

 

I am sometimes tall, but small at birth

I am much in worth, save my cousins weak in girth;

We are preserved in tools, harbingers of wells and walls,

byproducts of death and elements of life and earthen glory.

My wrinkled, sighing arms each tell their own monolithic stories.

We are found everywhere, whether round, oblong or square;

We have been played for generations by men of various trades,

and vicariously we live through saws, shovels, and spades.

 

I have seen the heavens, Hades and everything in between;

Myself I have harbored kindred souls, simpletons, and

ferried many detestable others below;

I have simply seen everything there is to be seen.

My flowing locks change as the seasons ebb and flow,

and I have burned at the stakes for the sake of my brothers.

What am I?

 

Reviews

[Kimmee Jean]

OOOO! TREE!

[Brittany]

Trees.

Glorious, glorious trees.