Take this oak its broad umbrella green and massive
Leaning comfortably upon its nest of feet below
Without a care she watches wisely exchanging hues with blues
Secure upon a faith that grips eternally her loving earthly garden
Bearing fruit and offering up her bowing praise dependent
On her yet unseen yet powerful lattice deep as you can go
Oh withered dying man now ending ‘neath your weight
We foolish jaded cowards green strangle you a mile a day
Until you scream at last in silence for just the sun and air
Now standing tallĀ and timeless gone you rest before us proud
If silent, your visage holds its court of citizens remembered
Withstanding all through time your many adaptations proved ascendant
Over cruelest nature, long ago she surrendered with respect
The hawk the wren the quail even Gila woody too
Each day in every way drew shelter then returned
Sweet cradle offered to the moon these new creations
Breezes loving rituals whispered by her silhouette
Now a headstone stark it stands petrified by life.