Saturday, September 17, 2005
tree story #25: My Red Oak
Breathe deep
and the subtle fresh fragrance fills you;
Listen quietly
and its silence envelopes you;
Swallow with eyes gently closed
and greenness tingles your taste buds;
Run your fingers down its trunk
and tangled layers of bark catch your skin;
Open your eyes to massive arms reaching up,
stretching out, shading confetti-colored blossoms
beneath ...
the red oak re-born.
Thank you for creating your space for others to enjoy ... and contribute to,
Gayanne Leachman