Tree Walk and Talk

I asked my beloved oak tree if such a very WiseElder tree could and would and should be mine Unless, in the senses I stand, to smell and hear and feel and taste and see, in rooted solidarity learned from AncientFamily oak trees long before we met, Here with Then and Now. I asked my lovely oak to invite me in to her forest rooted matriarchal arms, to let me swing on his strong-branched armaments, to gently touch her organic latticed leaves. But She, of well past two hundred holonic rings, said I was too old to make love again with Her. She worried I might hurt myself. Yet, what a way to go! I therapeutically reply back through reweaving TreeTime's nutritional ecology.