Under the Ancient Oak

Line like the endless horizon Curve like a rolling hill Sunset is beautiful today With energy you can feel Yet soul aches As heart is pumping blood in a chest Sitting comfortably on the grass Under ancient oak is good place to rest Poplars stretch towards the horizon Towards the setting sun Wind enters your lungs You can hear it humming in poplars before it’s gone Wind is free You think with heavy heart Maybe you feel free If like wind distant land you will chart You wish for something That your soul Would guide And to console Maybe sun’s rays Maybe tears of the moon If they left something tangible There by the nearby dune But freedom is a state of mind In some ways that is its beauty Power runs through your veins as you clinch your fists You know one day you will through entire abyss control your destiny