she is an oak tree
roots drink storms in deep silence
still she shades the dawn
My mother is an oak tree.
I sleep beneath her sunlit arms,
My skin dappled with light.
I know she is my mother because she is warmth.
I have never known a warmth like this,
sleepy and sunlit
How could I?
My mother is an oak tree.
The ancient oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weathered roots.
Seizing life from fertile soil,
its lustful thirst sated
from springs that generously flow,
devotedly, unseen.
It scatters beauty,
sweeping freely
'cross a shifting sky,
waltzing with
a wayward wind,
solidly swaying upon
seasonal whims...
I am that Oak
when I am with you,
firmly grounded,
yet swept away.
Quenched by your caress,
swayed by your strength,
I can bend with the years
that claim me.
a tangled, twisted oak,
might and trunk torn open, ploughed through,
strewn upon the forest floor,
limbs - desolate
caverns - Hollowed
chest open and body gutted,
taken for Its branches,
and raped of its fruits,
rotting as the fall sets in,
shaking with the cold of fear
and stench of death,
beaten and stinking
with wounds from the ancient serpent
should be left
alone
to return to dust
-
Oak tree stands tall
Roots grip the stones
Sky it has known
Sun shines above
Shade brings relief
To men in grief
On firm branches
Birds build their nest
At dusk to rest
Storms it has faced
Winds rush and roar
It withstands more
Emblem of strength
It endures gales
Amidst the vales
Silent it waits
Seasons will turn
Lessons we learn
Jesus I love you
I love you so much Jesus
You freed me from my own madness
You saved me from my own evil
I wish only to make you proud of me
I only want to be your best friend forever
I love you Jesus
I remember that you Jesus are great and always restore me
Trust in you Jesus forever
Hey I am Yours Jesus forever
I never knew you Love me so much Jesus
Cherry Blossoms and Oak side by side
Love Agape guides our hearts our friend is great and He is awesome
Thank You God for everything you have done for us all
I Thank You God for this new day and for all the ones you are with today
I know you are with us You are God With us
My Diamond of Czechia is Your best friend too I know that Jesus
Today and every day I first Give you Praise Jesus
Next I surrender myself to you Lord Jesus always every second
an old oak tree stands
has seen many years and felt
the wrath of seasons
Me
I see
I see you
And all you do
You are my passion
And now you will
Embrace me
You know
Me
I stand firm as an oak tree
My roots are long tentacles
Strongly hooked into the ground
I've withstood great storms
I've felt mother nature's wrath
Lightning has forked into me
Yet, here I stand, unbroken
And I'll keep standing.
Rings on an old oak tree boasting of its age
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Donut glaze gleaming~
tiny paws clutch sugary theft,
black eyes round with greed.
Mid-bite, the world disappears:
just crumbs, the oak, and the wind.
red oak tree
cast a massive shadow....
skeletal limbs
777 White Oak Drive
I felt my hairs stand up as I drove up
whatever horrors happened here still lingered
the real estate lady named Janet introduced herself
her smile was a tiny bit too faux
I felt creeped out, as if we were being watched
analyzed, and marked for slaughter
I had never felt this threatened
and we were not inside yet
Janet took a step forward, I think I backed up
She smiled at me
her teeth seemed diabolical
something was amiss
was there an axe murderer with a knife waiting for me inside?
I offered no explanation
my teeth were chattering with dread
I turned and ran back to my car
did not wave good bye
never entering
777 White Oak Drive
I’ll wait for you in the cabin
Off route 88
Waiting for you to remember me
And waiting for you to come back to me
We used to live here together
do you remember
You used to make me breakfast in bed so I’d eat
And watch the princess bride on repeat
You never used to mind the cold weather
I brought
But maybe I was just you’re blind spot
And the cabin was our Camelot
my soldier of an oak tree must think we have magic powers
he used to guard cousins park where our grandchildren played
they spent lots of time there in the summer laughing and chatting
now he guards the same territory, but the occupants are dogs.
they are as happy and sassy as the grandchildren, but they have tails
and a swimming pool, where they like to splash and jump.
oak tree probably wonders if we are going to wave a wand and change him.
Will they change me into a lilac tree or a day lily?
He gives me suspicious looks now.
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