My Lady Oak

The sky was a lighter gray then it has been in days, but the trees where bare and the crispness of winter was in the air.  The browning leaves still hinted a hue of orange covered the ground in a blanket.  As my sneakers disrupts their rest; in their protest they let out that old familiar crackling sound.  1

I had woke up this morning feeling edgy with all the clutter and bustling people around me.  And when I finally gave up the struggle to rid myself of them all and the feelings i felt while mingling with them I was able to hear.  Glancing out a window my eyes caught on the woods standing bare and tall with a blanketed grown, and it was then i heard it.  Or maybe i should say felt it.2

For the woods and nature itself i could feel calling to me, and it was then when i was amongst the woods was I able to rid myself of the clutter and bustling in my house.  3

The woods.  Trees.  These great tall creations we destroy and protect.  Much bigger then myself, and some much older too.  All holding an ancient power long forgotten until secrets are broken. A feeling of smallness over laps me when I'm amongst these great beasts, but also a feeling of calmness and peace.  4

Looking up into the sky scattered with branches a few lagging geese fly over head in their V-formation.  As i trek further into the depts of the woods little by little I feel as if I'm leaving our world behind.  The society we have created so far gone and corrupted with no meaning in values anymore.  Nature is my mother, the animals my friend. 5

As the day wanes on i stop by an oak. Her roots peeking up out of the ground here and there.  Her bark warped with wisdom and age, and her branches stretch for the clouds. Her once green leaves blanket the ground around her, and her base is huge and has a spot where i can sit. A place i can curl into to her.  6

Closing my eyes I let everything slip away from me.  My family problems, issue in social life, feelings of unease i wish i didn't have, and my own inner conflicts.  Leaving only peace, happiness, love, and contentment.  Then i feel her; the oak's self joining me.  I feel our energies mingling together, and reading each others stories of times forgotten.  7

As time goes by around us I finally have to come back to our little fake world of reality.  But just as I become present back in this realm i feel soft pats on my face.  Little ones, a little bigger than fairy dust, and then a feeling as though I'm sucking them in.  Opening my eyes. I see the first snow falling all around.8

A light cover of snow dusts the thick blanket of leaves, and has settled in the the branches of pines. Standing up i stand back and look once more up at my Lady Oak.  With the snow lightly falling around her she looks like something out of a story.  Beautiful, standing there in all her glory.  Smiling i turn around and I'm ready to face the word of humans again.  For Lady Oak as taught me that negative things in times shall pass, and positive things shall settle.  But i know there will be another day, probably in the near future, when i will seek out my Lady Oak again.9