Oak Trees

i found this place by accident a little bird told me without telling me but sang a song of such singing that the melody moved me and so there i was here i am sitting in a state of bliss content to soak in the joy of all that is while the oak trees watch over me society may not be at peace like unto the living wood but that peace is a goal to be kept internally that peace means you are the oak tree growing continuously regardless of the flag hoisted above your branches and if a man can master himself the whole world may crumble and the rabid gangs of hatred may tear his flesh and he will remain as strong as his serenity these oak trees inspire me to weep because they survive a span of human history accepting the obvious truth that war is not won or lost only pursued or abandoned because the man of clay falls back into the earth and the glittering things he collected will scatter into the hands of another who will suffer the same fate and the old oak tree sits at peace unconcerned with creatures who believe they can conquer and enslave the soil