I sit on the ground
My back against the old oak tree
Looking out to the world.
That tree has seen change
Over the many years of its life/
As I lean against the tree
I feel its memory in me.
The wonderful things
That it has seen and heard
Over its many years.
The wonder of nature
Changing every season,
The new life in Spring,
The old life in winter.
Many people have touched it
And sat beneath its boughs,
Many of them kissing
Showing their love,
And sometimes hate.
But the tree has heard
And seen it all.
As I sit touching it
Peace comes over me
As it shows me my life,
My life is so good,
And I become one with it
Loving the world we are in
Amongst the glory of Nature’s realm.