I Am A Silent Observer

A poem

Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

I am an old oak
with branches reaching wide,
like arms outstretched.

Golden light dances
across my bark,
as the warmth penetrates to my core.

My trunk is solid
rooted to the earth.
As I stand tall,

stable,
safe,
I am aware of the shade beneath my leaves.

I am a silent observer…
of the people who have found refuge
in the shelter under my boughs.

I watch the world below,
as its characters, conversations,
and complications move across the ground.

I am a silent witness…
of the sickness and disorder of humanity
that exist in the darkness of my shade.

I remain strong, tall —
my crown reaching toward the heavens
and farther outward still,

as the star that holds me in its light
is connected to other white spheres
throughout the known universe.