Don’t you ?

Don’t you ?

Them old Oak Trees of the South wood

Expressed an almost forgotten familiarity

Their statuesque presence looming

Sketching outlines in the skies above

As i looked up

Looking down

You could see their deciduous brethren

Gathered at their feet, mostly

But some of the Ancients

Did challenge their girth

Barren because the Winter took notice

Leaves fallen upon the earth

You could smell the composting of the Oak

As it continued its journey to nurture

And feed the life to come

The background skies just adorned them

In the allowing of their interruptive limbs

To their own expanse and command of what we see

All was peaceful, and none held angst

About another

The Brother of mine, Wind

Still danced, still pranced

Without much resistance

There was nothing really to do

But visit his old friends

And remind them of their symbiosis

For each were born, all were born

With gnosis, as are we

We have forgotten the purpose of the way

Yet each day we awaken and trek forward i think

But then again, what do i know

Save that all rivers flow to Oceans

Eventually, don’t they ?

The Sun was seeing what i was, wasn’t it

And so much more i am sure

For when i act as a Sun, i do

I thought you knew

Don’t you ?