I am knotted, stony, sullen
forsaken, but without regrets.
I am in some places broken
but hold no disdain for those before.
I spread life and shade and shelter
to all within my arms.
I am tall and strong and steady.
I am forever. I am Oak.
Many bruises don my skin
where Mother Nature cracked her whip,
but I shall shed no tears of sorrow -
only a million hands of hope.
My toes dig into earthy oceans,
my arms are outstreched towards the gods.
I roll the sun between my fingers.
I am forever. I am Oak.
Author notes
Just a rambling from the shade of a huge oak tree. Nature has such grace.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"Nature has such a grace," as do you as well. So nice to see something appear on your page, and even nicer that you were touched by your experience and your surroundings. Good job as usual with your ramblings.
Paul


