Walking Close to Trees

His face read more time
He knew the future of mine
I knew of the present
He spoke of simple things
Birds sang. Wind blew.
His words were beyond me.
Antiquated. Unnecessary.
Yet there we were walking close to trees

His eyes were filled with answers
but I heard none
I was drawn to them
only drawn
Birds sang. Wind blew.
Lessons lost with age
Frozen for some other time
Yet there we were walking close to trees.

Intriguing.