Tall oaks rise out of the soil.

Abundant in the golden fall,

they oversee the many

all.

 

They creak and sway

yet never turn away

from another being.

 

Humbly they stand

with no face or hand

just arms & fingers.

 

So old and wise

they need no eyes

to know every story.

 

They have heard the rain

and felt the pain

but still they stand tomorrow.

 

Knowing what they know

the trees sew 

the world together.

 

Keeping it from ripping

and only by just sipping

on the ocean far below.

 

We have much to be

grateful for and see

the trees get repaid

yet all we do 

is use their wisdom to write down our own faults.