Sentinal

oak-tree-black-and-white-photography_88283It stands tall, apart from its neighbors

Stoic, resolute

Displaying the scars of time.

 

Lightening blackened,

The trunk still looks strong,

A testament to tenacity

Yet, Limbs crack off without warning

Falling to the ground.

Acorns pile up along with last fall’s leaves.

Most are eaten, some are buried

Destined to sprout and grow.

Birds congregate on oaken branches

Conversing with each other

A woodpecker has drilled its home near the top.

Nature slowly destroys the oak,

As the oak sustains nature.

 

 

 

 

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About SDParris

Chubby, Quirky, and with an odd sense of humor, Sylvie often wonders if she is supposed to really be in the corner of the world she finds herself. Insomnia, a vivid imagination, and whatever odd song is stuck in her head gives her as much inspiration as nature, society and family.

Posted on March 7, 2017, in poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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