Author's Note: One of the most celebrated sights is that of a massive lone oak tree in the middle of a farm field. I agree, that those trees are truly moving and inspiring in all seasons. Last summer, I noticed that a lone oak I've long admired seemed to be stressed from heat and lack of rain. I realized that the sight of the lone oak in a farm field, although beautiful, represents a vision of a larger, more troubling picture.
"Oak in Afternoon Sun" by Jim Lewis, ©2020
Old lone tree of oak your foliage thins these days in the breathless scorch of amplified sun planted years ago into the contours of this field this monoculture of greed we humans cut down your neighboring kin and now hail you forgetting that vast forests were once our only god and first home your branches are the dendritic complication of my excuses I grow restless in this depleted soil amid the rustling paper-dry stalks of feed corn
©2020 Sylvia Cavanaugh
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