Mother Earth Gave Us The Big Oak Tree

Bright sun shining through the core of the great, dignified oak tree.
That was planted in the middle of the substantial, never-ending forest.
Where did it come from? Why was it here?
Nobody cares. About the wonder and gifts. About nature.
Mother Earth gave to us, humans. A big colossal tree, king of the others.
The leaves crunch beneath my feet,
I look up at the King.
An occasional leaf or two fluttering down. Like butterflies onto my head.
Mother Earth. Big Oak Tree. Where did it come from? From Nature.
He has provided us with Trees. The Big Oak. That we reject.
Like a baker. Looking at his burnt pie. With disgust.
Why? Why do we do this? Is it because they get in our way when we walk?
Like human bullies, tormenting you? Is it because there are just too many?
Too many. Of these things. That some love? Just love?
But then why? Why do these trees come to us? Do we not know? Why was it here?
Because of Mother Earth. She gave us the Big Oak Tree.
Branches Twisted Beautifully, Growing, Wrapping Around The World.
Like a loving Mum. Cradling her little baby.
If we were like The Majestic Oak Tree, We would grow on and on, thanking Mother Earth for all.
But we would get rejected. By them. And we would never ever understand why.
Why? Why do we not appreciate the gift? The gift that was filled with warmth.
Like a mother.