Your poem has lead me to contemplate the age of trees which lead to the deepening of a thought on the agelessness of trees. Every tree as such (especially in a tropical forest) would not be "ancient" but we may think of spaces as such and each individual manifestation therein an aspect of that Ancientness. Likewise, existentially speaking, we too become ancient, which is worth a solemn tear for the loss of grace where forests no longer grow.
I wish you an upright and peaceful year.