The Dream of the Mighty Oak Tree
October 21, 2007 § Leave a comment
[a.k.a. “Tree of Wisdom”]
In the silence of this room,
I hear the echo of birth…
thunder and lightening of earth;
A mighty tree mounts in womb.
To the depths of his roots…
to the face of his bark…
touch his bare branches; Mark~
signs of life bear good fruits.
The shape of inner being:
the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves~
a world of Adam and Eves…
Are we capable of seeing?
Unaware, immortal tree,
wise in numbers…breathe fresh air~
Chopping down life, results bear…
Common rebirth, think…Trustee.
Tall and well-spaced harmony~
maturing, mistletoe of the Oak…
Out of a dream, my senses awoke
with an understanding kiss from thee.
© Sonya Rose