The Oak Tree

She saw one hundred years pass.

The grass grew

And died down.

She saw the sun,

The moon,

The stars.

She saw the birds peck at the worms by her roots,

The squirrels collect the acorns she dropped.

She saw the hunter,

His knife,

His prey staring with innocent empty eyes.

She saw death;

And life.

She saw the cycle that never ends.

She saw one thousand suns rise

And as many suns set. 

She saw a new era

And watched as it passed.

She saw the forest.

She saw the fire,

Destruction where the world looked bleak and gloomy,

Then a field.

She saw the new life start again.

She saw the first blade of grass shoot up

And the trees grew around her once more.

She saw the wind,

The rain.

She saw the city being built,

The houses sprouting like weeds.

She saw the families,

The children.

She saw me.

I saw her. 

She saw me as a toddler,

Learning to walk.

She saw me grow older,

Learning to scale her branches.

She saw summer,

Autumn,

Winter,

Spring.

She saw happiness and bliss,

And sorrow and grief.

She saw that she was just an oak tree.

She saw that she was special,

Especially special to me.