Seed of the Mighty Oak

Seed of the Mighty Oak

Oh yee seed of the mighty oak

Hooded font of possibility

Strewn across the road

No longer than a robins egg

No heavier than a robin’s egg

No heavier than a peach pit

No more significant underfoot

than discarded dandelion

Broken by feet and tires and squirrel teeth

Yielding to eons of possibility

 

Celtic symbol of immortality and fertility

Carried by English soldiers as protection

Guard us from enemies, from accident, from death

Who but you holds locked within

the power to grow into a fifty foot tall

Rippling through centuries

And pouring into my being

Live for 200 to 400 years

Grow to 100 feet tall

 

My shoulders draw back,

I stand tall and I know… I know I am the oak. 

able to live for

I hold you hidden in my hand

and picture your power, your quiet strength,

Your towering presence,

Oh yee seed of the mighty oak