Oak Tree
I clear my mind,
and chant those enlightened words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo,
and this is what I find.
A big oak tree growing in a field of wheat.
It stands tall and strong,
it is my friend,
my mind starts clearing, and the feeling is hard to beat.
on the ground sprouts flowers,
as time goes by,
and I chant those words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo, for hours.
During the day,
I sit in the shade of the huge oak tree,
It's my tree, and my time,
but your welcome to come pray with me.
8/29/09
Copyright © Ross Greenlee | Year Posted 2009
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