Poem: Ode to the Ancient Oak

If we could ask 
the ancient tree
what it has seen 
what it has felt 
the stories it 
could tell us! 

To sit underneath
the gnarled branches
curled up into
the sky after
years and years!

Under a canopy
of verdant leaves
a coat that changes
color with the seasons
only to return again!

The passing wind
lends its words
just sit and reflect
on whatever it says
in the depths
of a poet's soul!

How wondrous 
to hear its voice 
how humbling 
to listen to its
hallowed words 
history incarnate!