Behold the Oak

Behold the Oak

In the soul wood of the Oak tree
I found the essence of me
In its branches – my wisdom
In its leaves – my words
In its bark – my protection
In its sap – my tears
In its movement – my dance.
In its roots – my past –my present– my future
In the rustle of its leaves – my gentle whisperings
The songs of my soul.

By Eithne Reynolds

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