Saying of the Old Oak Tree

In front of our subdivision

facing a major road

rolling with drums of vechiles

marching hurriedly towards destinations

where little hands squirrel away fallen acorns

and rest on the voluminous roots

an old white oak tree salutes.

With a touch of lichen encrusted bark

the hundred year old tree speaks

of silence before the road ahead and the homes behind grew

a stillness felt deep in wise roots

patiently awaiting a serenity to sing again