Eternal Anchors

In the vast grove of existence,

In the ever folding winters and summers,

A forest of souls thrives,

Each oak bears its unique design.

Behold the leaf oak, fleeting hearts,

In the colony of trees, their parts they play 

Intertwine in friendship's embrace,

East to West then to all points of the direction,

Sway together, sharing moments of grace.

But a small whistling,a soft rustling,

As winds of change blow and whisper,

Away they scatter, seeking their own place.

With wary eyes,I took heed,

When tempests roar and lightning's blaze

Silent dancers, trees sway in nature's rhythm.

Once steadfast, in times of calm and tranquil

Now they sway, branches knit in treacherous play.

Their presence dissipates like morning haze.

The branch oak ! , sturdy and strong,

Bear the weight of the other tees, lifelong.

But tread with caution, lest they may break,

When burdens grow too much to take.

They linger in seasons of moderate strife,

But when adversity looms, they seek respite,

They live alone with a heavy heart.

In the garden's centre,

And among this transient parade

Left and right,only one in a million of millions,

Emerge the root oak,profound and true,

Unseen by many,but oh,how they value the infirmed.

With steadfast support,they stand by their side,

Nurturing their growth through trials and surge,

Unfazed by the tendrils' stature,

They simply love them, day and night.

Again and again,all the species,

Day and night at every short hand of the clock,

Meet and chat,agree and disagree,

The judge will always want to know,

Who will remain by the tendrils' side till the end?

Yes, in all the four, Autum,winter, summer ___

The unexpected occur,

As the trees sway left and right,

Only the roots, deep and unyielding,

Will weather every season, every storm,

Anchoring tendrils to love's unchanging embrace.

From afar I glimpse a dance of hues,

Brushed by gentle winds nature's muse.

Though distant I feel the colors bloom,

Through fingertips and eyes they fuse.

Root oaks! Root beings! Dear soul!

Cherished by the species,

For they are the keepers of constancy's role,

The foundation upon which true friendship thrives.

In this ephemeral dance of existence,

It is they who remain, unwavering,

Through every season unfold, every

change,

Guiding species with love, forever and always.