The Mighty, Old Oaks tell a recurring story that’s full of majestic and colorful glory.
They tell us their tale through the changes they bring~ every summer, autumn, winter and spring.
Whether cloaked in great splendor, or not at all, Oaks heed Mother Nature and answer God’s call.
In Summer, they wear many layers of green~ from emerald to jade, and shades in between.
In Autumn, bright hues make them shimmer in beauty~ this annual, breathtaking show, their meek duty.
As temperatures plummet, so, too, do their leaves…and I contemplate if this might cause them to grieve.
In time, every last autumn leaf will be downed, leaving lush, fluffy blankets below on the ground.
In Winter, though naked, they need not be scorned~ for their branches, with sparkling white snow, are adorned.
As days become warmer, from Winter’s spell shaken, the Oaks, from their slumber, begin to awaken.
Buds start to appear as Spring makes its debut~ Oaks then usher in greenness, life once more renewed.
This cycle, repeating again and again, is an echoing prayer with resounding ‘Amen!’
Although repetitious, Oaks need not be sorry…for no one grows weary of their
lovely story.