Outside, sat an old oak tree
Gnarled and twisty as can be
I hugged him for good luck and
sat under the crooked branches during the storms
He smiled when the rain pelted his leaves
Enjoying the earthy water from the clouds
A blessing, it was!
To watch the old oak tree absorb
the essence of life and revitalize
Its leaves birthed bright green
Its trunk richly brown and healthy as the wet soil
During winter, he grew old again,
Angry and resentful with no leaves to hide the scars
I still sat there though with roots under my bottom
I still whispered my secrets through the hollow hole of his trunk
and giggled at my echo.
He was sad,
missing the presence of the boy who used to sit upon his largest branch
The one with the laugh as warm as the sun rays in May
My brother, who loved the tree fiercely,
Now watched us from another branch,
somewhere deep in the sky.