Oregon Oak
Consider the Oregon Oak
Vast and strong
Upright
yet yielding
She rises
Branches turning
This way and that
Finding her bearings
Home to Lichen
Bees
Birds and squirrels
A myriad of insects
Her wisdom
Encompasses more time
Than any of us
Observing her can match
She strides the hillside
Motionless and in motion
The wind sings
through her extremities
Sending her tiny children
and leaves
Tumbling to earth
in a cascade of life giving
bounty
Is her speechlessness
confounding?
Is her solid form a sign
of inferiority?
Or is she
Like God itself
Standing erect
and watchful upon the land?
