A great Oak stands sentry at the aged entrance,
Erect ancient, gnarled and strong, warden of an ancient path.
His long arm invites you “This way please.”
Strength emanates from his trunk and the wisdom of age whispers in his leaves.
Behind him his siblings, his cousins invite you to walk the timeworn trail.
Fallen leaves like a tattered blanket lay like lovers, satiated touching the soil.
Over grown roots stretch themselves, attaining only to caress sun warmed earth.
The woodland honor guard stands attentive on the borders of the lush green world.
From the margins of the road they cast their leafy canopy.
Brother sun directs rays to shine through the small openings.
You see particles dancing in the beams of light.
They promise to convey the secrets they’ve heard from the sun, the river, the air.
The earth she speaks for herself as she beckons travelers to this path.
“Walk with me, travel my road, unburden your thoughts to my earthy embrace”
Very nearly is heard the laughs and sighs of her woodland children.
Fascinating thoughts of who might live along this ancient path,
What knowledge to be gleaned from the whispers in the trees,
What peace is there to witness in her earthy essence.
The Oak he beckons right this way, the earth she calls “Walk with me, travel my ancient path of old”
Written by Angel Phillips