Old Oak Me...(I mean) Tree
Sunday, January 10, 2010
My friend shared this & I just had to pass it on...it is so like me.
Im getting old like the old oak tree I used to swing on as a child, my bones creek when the wind blows, I have slowed down no longer growing up but out, my limbs are faltering less leaves, and my wisdom are in the roots that reach deep into the earth. Now when a child gets on that swing and sings I get excited and my leaves sing in the wind of joy of new life
...by my friend Jiiniikwe
Also a reminder that we produce fruit, too just like that old oak tree