In the wild as well gardens of stone
A shadow remains from the ancient age
With leaves like fans, of a delicate green
A witness to eras that people has not seen
No flowers to offer, no fragrance to shed
It stands on the soil where titans once tread.
A flyover through the eons, a singular line
So much gold in veins with a rugged design
While the autumn recedes with a biting breath
It dresses in fire to challenge the harsh death
A carpet of saffron, a gown made of sun
The final ovation towards the end of season.
It outlived dinosaurs, survived in nuclear age
A symbol of endurance, a gymnosperm of vintage
From the Maidenhair tree, a lesson is learned
The forests may vanish, mountains be downed
To hold to your pattern, through the fire and frost
Is to live in a world where the others are lost.
Note: The Botanical name of Maidenhair tree, a living fossil with 270-million-year-old ancestry, is Ginkgo biloba, now mostly found in the Eastern China.
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