Mother Tree

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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