Pleased to meet you, Little Oak. I see you’re growing at an angle. Growing like you’re reaching. Like you’re stretching yourself. Like a pre-teen searching the sky. I’m rooting for you. Praying for you. Singing songs for you in your sleep. I’ll be thinking of you, dreaming of your future. And you may see me around, blowing you kisses and wishes.
Good morning, Mighty Pine. You’re a sight for crying eyes. Bless your strong sturdy trunk, and thank Goodness you made it through the windstorm like it was all just a dream. Thank you for being here for the birds, for hanging on to your pine cones. For catching the morning sunlight and the dew. Thank you for being you.
Oh Mother Willow, could you just hold me for a while? Can I just stay here for now in your long arms? Can I sleep at your feet like one of your children? Will you sing to me? Can we share our dreams for each other, for the mighty pines and the little oaks? Whisper in my ear, will you? What will you tell me?
—Angie Pierce Jennings, Prairiewoods hosted groups and hospitality coordinator
