Lord of the Trees
A poem by Mike

Strange how my mind thinks, as I walk beside the trees.
The ancient oak trees forming links, with their breath of wisdom reaching me.

Their lineage is unbroken in the vastness of time.
How do I respond as I walk past their line?

My thoughts are of sharing in their wisdom and dark.
Sensations of floatation as my hands clasp around the bark.



Knowledge of ancient wisdom transcends the calm thoughts of time.
A warmth deep inside forms as I acknowledge his sign.

Energy flows upwardly from below my knees.
Awareness takes over me, it comes from the Trees.

Thoughts of yesterday's anger begin to fade.
As the pieces of broken lives are being re-made.

My mind is with the leaves as they float down to the ground.
My pain has all gone without but a sound.

Who can tell me better than the trees?
How to live life, like the birds and the bees.

Knowing always that everything comes in three's,
The words, the wisdom, and The Lord of the Trees.