Old Friends

When I saw these two trees, of approximately the same age, growing close together on a ridge, I was reminded of the Simon and Garfunkel song, "Old Friends".
The trees are different species, (Douglas Fir on the left, and Limber Pine on the right) but they've been sitting on this ridge "like bookends", companions through summer and winter, probably for well over 100 years.
They've seen a lot of things change as they hung out together, admiring the view.
But fortunately for them, in this remote location,
a lot has remained exactly the same.
Lyrics to song:

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends

A newspaper blowin' through the grass

Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends.

Old friends, winter companions, the old men

Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun

The sounds of the city sifting through trees

Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly

How terribly strange to be seventy.

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears.

A time it was
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time of confidences.
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you.

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