Poem by Lyndal Vercoe

She-oak
You grace sea-shores
Wind-sifter, sand holder, cloud catcher.
you grow in groves allowing the other space enough to stand
canopies entwined.
You hold the dunes, your roots nourish soils.
Continually, continually
you carpet the ground
with soft brown tendrils.
You quiet the wind in your canopy
you create a holy place
you Nirmal Tree.