Majestic Oak, your crooked limbs o’shadow me,
From the expanse of red autumnal sky,
Shading me from the seasons,
How come I sit, pondering the why.
Why, ‘cause I’m a poet, at least I think I am,
Writing lines that transport
Both myself and my readers,
From reality to dreamful thoughts.
And yet the loftiness of these trees,
Overwhelms my imagination to describe.
The complexity of life, bound
Within your aged and wrinkled hide,
Above you, the vastness of the sky,
More immense than we can comprehend,
I cannot convey in writing, nor give justice
Concerning its glory to you, my friend.
Dear reader, I apologise for my shortcomings.
You surprise me though, that you read
Someone else’s oneness with nature,
And follow another man’s lead.
Don’t waste your time on shared experiences,
What you need is that personal approach,
Walk in the beauties of the world around you
Be in their company, the vast sky and the Oak
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