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Sovereignty

He’d gone for a walk
In his local wood
Fell asleep there
Where he stood.
Ten years later
When he next  awoke
He’d assumed the form
Of a juvenile oak.

Felt the breeze,  
Felt rain’s gentle tap,
Felt the force of  
Flowing rising sap,
The thrust of roots, 
Anchoring down deep,
Felt aware, felt at ease,
Then fell back to sleep.

Any human sentience 
Now near gone 
As fifty years had 
Progressed on,
Firmly established in 
It’s allotted space, 
A tree experienced life
At a  different pace.

With the semblance of
An almost sigh
Bid the last trace of
His Humanity goodbye.
Standing firm and tall
Dominating the ground
Now the Major Oak of
All woods spread  around

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Date: 12/28/2022 1:38:00 PM
i like this, terry! not such a bad thing to change into a tree...
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Terry Ireland
Date: 12/29/2022 8:57:00 AM
Thanks ilene - this poem came in a strange dream.

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