I’ve found myself gazing constantly outside the window
Glancing at the White Oak tree as the winds blow
She stands there proudly lifting her head high
The broad stems and lengthy branches
Barreling up to the sky.
What a view! I murmur to myself
Her gray brown bark and crusty ridges
Holds itself outright
In all the circumstances.
Her branches are shapely and straight
The leaves are rich green
While the bottom has gray shades.
As I touch her, I can feel the leathery leaves in my hand
She glistens as the pouches of sparkling sands
While I think deeply gazing at the tree
She does so much for me
Providing oxygen so I can breathe.
During the humid summer
She shields me from the hot sun
While protecting my skin from sunburn
I spend hours sitting under the tree
Reading my favorite book to her
While it listens to me.
I come to her in my grieve
Just as a child approaches her mother in need
She can feel my sorrow and
Guides me through her silence
I merge with the tree: sense the power of nature
As it flows through me.
Her calm nature is a soothing remedy
The tree is gifted with all the motherly qualities
I wish to offer her my appreciation and true apologies
Because I cannot return her what she has given me.
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