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 glistensRead More