Three lifetimes ago I was born.
I came from a strong nut, one of many, my mother groaned as I fell from her grip.
My name is Hazel and I am 200 years old. I live by the water’s edge, where I drink and swim, stability my pledge.
I feel my dear old Russell run his presence through my hair, day to day, a familiar face of nature’s affection.
Seasons come like a day night cycle.
Polly rides past on her bike and stops by me for some shade, deserved mind, she just isn’t fabulous yet, dahrling.
I will feed and shelter until my day is done, be it lightning or blight, my day will come.
Observing the woodland is a hobby of mine, we tend to it’s upkeep, bird’s homes combined.
When I was young I didn’t know myself but was full of potential. When I was mature I peaked with doubt but was rash to show my strength. Now I am old I know all that matters and what happens, happens.
You are the Lily in the pond and I am Hazel in your reflection. Treat me well and I will reward you.