I'm amazed at the myriad places gifts come from, not the least of which from this anonymous oak in the Sierra foothills.
An Oak Tree's Gift
Two green acorns nestled
In three oak leaves
Now fallen upon the street,
A fascinating collage,
Natures art at work,
Their seeded treasure
Still in place!
I feel the message sent
From tree to breeze to street to me,
Though vague,
And stop and stoop to gather
The mystery to my palm—
Only to know the answer
Right away.
So now on your pillow lays
This symbol of my love,
Strong,
Unbroken by any fall,
Natural and true.
© 2006 Jim Ross


Comments: 15
love vibrates in all your words
and this time you have chosen to compare it with the oak tree...thousands of years..
you are wonderful
I'm new on this site, and yours is the first page I went to...love this verse you wrote. I could picture it in my mind...beautiful.