Beneath Oak Tree

Beautiful meadow stretches vast Druid looking upon it is thinking about the past There are rocks around but not a speck of dust To dream in this surrounding is what soul does must The smell of honey fills the air The spring is a young girl She has birds in her hair And her face is fair Her eyes are green like the grass They pierce the soul The river winding like a snake she will pass To reach meadow her goal The marigold looks wonderful The sun is full The crocus pierces the snow Through spring’s hair wind will blow Soon summer comes to the meadow Upon which fiery sunflower cast shadow The honey sent is Underlining the bliss But later leaves their colors unveil Sun becomes more pale Then there are no leaves at all With coming of the fall In winter meadow sleeps Its secrets it keeps But children play in the snow Skiing making fort and igloo from that snow Then it is spring again Bear comes out of its den In all of it stands oak tree It is what druid came to see Evolution is like a tree It has its pitfalls and beauty Magic is like a tree Boughs of time and destiny Spread like boughs of a tree All those are reflected in the tree Yet not all things are represented in oak tree Things that we not necessarily see What would represent something that during fall Have all the aspects of living soul Yet needs no consciousness at all And would fulfillment of this paradox give mining to human soul