Oak Tree
Oak Tree
Soaking in the sun
Surrounded by painted pale blue heaven
Light showers,
Bathing the dust
With a soft, cool whispered breeze
Flowing through brown shedding leaves
Gently falling like a feather
Beneath my shade
~
I ponder at the day that I awoke from a tiny acorn
And all the years that have passed
With the changing of the seasons,
It seems like an eternity
~
Birds, squirrels, and other small creatures
Have come and gone,
Leaving a small part of themselves
~
I’ve seen generations of children grow in years past
With memories of their play with music and laughter
Couples walking side by side holding hands
~
They’ve climbed my limbs and broke a few
Now I’m rooted with my twisted, gnarled limbs
Waiting for a few more hundred years
~
Soaking in the sun
Surrounded by painted pale blue heaven
Light showers,
Bathing the dust
With a soft, cool whispered breeze
Flowing through brown shedding leaves
Gently falling like a feather
Beneath my shade
8/25/2015
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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