Oak

In spring water is surrounded by marsh marigold In summer fields of grain are color of gold In fall wind whispers ballads of the old In summer spider spins web in which destinies will unfold Through the seasons mighty oak stands tall In the forest oaks die but this one will never fall It’s because its soul Is reflected in supernatural black hole The mass of black matter by neural flame changed Until the paths of neurons are all rearranged As energies are exchanged The imagination is stretched and new horizon ranged That is the base for magical dream that will fallow And magical keys will form like oceanic billow The red plasma of dreams will form a tornado Beautiful and magical gateway to dreamscape at the end of the rainbow This is the oak soul that dream will adore That is written on oaks core The vision of magic the soul will explore The base of motion that one day fate will restore