My
mind is an oak tree, solid, stable with far-reaching roots that are
unseen by the naked eye and yet travel deep throughout the earth’s
core, reaching, searching for more depth and understanding. Above
the surface, the oak tree’s unmovable trunk ascends and transforms
and moves into numerous upward directions and scans and hovers giving
shade below to anyone or anything that sits or walks by, offering a
peaceful landscape when looked at from a distance. And let’s not
forget those all unique oak tree branches, some strong enough to
support the occasional cat, and squirrel who will use them as a
transport system, strong enough too for a child and adult to climb up
in their exploration journey through childhood and adulthood –
reasons for climbing can be many.
Last but not least are the oak
trees’ leaves which sound and look beautiful when the soft breezes
create a dance; and then the summer’s blossom of pink or white
flowers take control, famous for a while and worth standing back to
absorb the view. The leaves are set free and take on a new existence
once they fall in autumn; they become a garden’s carpet for us to
leave alone until a sweeping of the dead leaves comes into play.
Their shedding abandons the oak tree, leaving it lighter so as to
restore energy for the next season’s demands.
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