Twisted

 It is old, worn smooth,

  age and sun have done the curing.

It feels ancient,

  though it is young, just small.

The river  has run

  through it, singing long forgotten.

This runs through

  the very tale of it's twisted life.

Roots, once knit

  tell the life it lived, grounded.

All because of the

  revealing tangle of the roots.