SONGS POEM 2

Wondering at nature, it is often for me a metaphor of how things should be timely and that there is a process to follow of growth or maturation. This slows me down and I can stop worrying too much about the achievements of the day and think of life more as a path to follow, than a series of ticks or achievements on my list. This means that my frustrations, while real, I know may just pass naturally. So I sometimes think of the tall oak from an acorn, as my teachers reminded me at school.

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"The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Prodigy

He was an ancient oak of great prowess,

Wise and aged he had grown so high

He could see the World,

So tall he knew the Songs of the Sea

And those of the birds,

Atouching the heavens

It was all but that He could do

Not to join them.

His promise was a proud and great one,

To stay and love all creation

That enwrapped him,

Enfolded,

In the love of the animals,

Nourished by the waters,

He continued to grow.

He was not to be cut down,

An axe would not touch him,

All creation blossomed around his feet,

A kindred of what had come before.

How mighty an acorn can grow!

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery - air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'" Sylvia Plath