go to the window
to see the meadow
and there ought to be
a big live oak tree
right there in the middle.
it's a kind that doesn't meddle
in other trees' affairs
and its branches and leaves it wears
stately and proudly.
a small creek loudly
proclaims the tree's dignity
as it passes close by.
this oak tree has a storied past
and its hallowed history will forever
     last.