Ode to an Oak
O mighty one, O wooden king
you clutch the earth with strength that brings
liquid life through stately veins
from a leafy heart the blackbirds sing.
How generously your branches spread
to fan and shade this grassy bend
true stalwart oak, you rise so high
with glistening leaves that touch the sky.
As umber sun fades from its heights
and shadows race to chase the night
your canopy shades man and beast
to find respite ‘neath root laden feet.
O silent sentinel through the seasons
your secure, strong branches beckon
would wisdom stand, so strong and fast
as you, proud oak, may your glory last.
Written on 11/2/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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