Ian Be Poet Free verse

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

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