Wise Tree

Standing tall in the center of the neighborhood
     it seemed that the oak had been there before the people.
The roots dig deep into the ground
     and stretch far underneath the road.
A few dozen branches grow for miles in every direction
     while thick green leaves hang on it like Christmas decorations.
Thousands of acorns cover the ground
     a resounding crunch echoes each step.
Eyes have formed out of the dark creviced wood
     as the bark tells a story of generations past.


The large oak towers over all; tree of knowledge in my front yard.