It stands tall, apart from its neighbors
Displaying the scars of time.
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.