Under the Oak

Colossal beautiful oak casts shadow On equally wonders meadow The smell is complex on the meadow And that meadow is complete bladow The sent guides to meadow’s soul For all senses it is a stroll The sent your troubled spirit will consol As you heart dives into it whole The grass of the meadow is like a sea About that sea There is sublime almost eerie beauty Flowers on the meadow also show their majesty All kinds of creatures on the meadow live Not only live But thrive As sustenance from the meadow they receive Lightning crosses the sky Anything it hits will die But soon rain stops and all the way across this azure sky Multicolored rainbow will lie The horizon will turn orange with the setting sun When it turns gold it can be setting or raising sun This is how we know of new dawn But at that time if your soul is clear you can see something besides the sun A bird lot like a falcon will fly Across linen blue sky The bird will never die And it is a symbol of divine eye It flies faster than wind or light we see It will live for eternity With its eyes it will allow some people to see And they will witness by ultimate time in abyss based last echo of continuity Wind murmurs in this grass sea It can foretell destiny Eerie filing grabs the soul when it blows in moonlight creating waves on grass sea Feeling of something eternal beautiful divine and brimming with sublime majesty Teachers and mothers to children read stories under this oak The smell of the oak Thinking processes can provoke It is more desirable to senses than even most beautiful juniper smelling smoke As denser grows the summer air Everyone has their own story to shear Just like every individual is different and possessing unique soul each will declare Different paths lead to different spirits leaving under the oak that their wisdom will share And words spin like thread on the spindle and each Speech New things can teach And each echoes of divine can reach