When you look at a tall oak tree

What do you see?

A witness to the past

A monument that will last

Or just a tree

And that's all it will ever be

Do you see a confidant and a friend?

One on which you can depend

Or a plant with bark

The kind in the state park

Do you see beneath the brown and the green a soul that reaches above?

A soul that you could love

Or is there only a surface to you

Something to which the owl clings and asks who

Answer his question

Who can you be

If you can't see the depth and wonder of a tree

How can you claim to be good and whole

When you haven't examined your own soul