Yon mighty oak tree

I stand at the foot of yon mighty oak tree
Looking up through a glistening, golden canopy
Shimmering gaps of spangled light funnels through yon shredded sight
Branches entwined, boughs that buckles..this ancient, old relic has narls upon knuckles
But here he has planted within God’s rich earth growing his timelessness of herculean worth

As colossal as a sacred curiousty this beauteous bewitchment beckons me
Enchanted by hex and hocus-pocus
I..so small loose my vision of focus
How huge is one’s height with a width of the sky 
My compassion is concerned as you creak and I hear you cry
Oozing trickles of sticky saps from bored hollows where the Woodpecker taps

Oh ye magnificent, mahoosive trunk
with entanglements of twisted, tremendous hunk
I salute your ceaselessness from knowledgeable ages and ages 
You shall tender your timbers like a book lover’s pages
Safeguarding amidst sheltering an abundance of Mother Nature’s creatures whilst shielding the nocturnal whispering screechers
Wonderous wood I am humbled by you, forever changing your seasonal scenic view