The Oak

  I stand next to an Oak tree
Feeling its strong presence
in the hushed of the breeze.

Touching the texture of its bark
 the grooves and pathways,
Feeling the rough and the smooth
seeking wisdom of its  centuries
sentry in this field.

The knowledge I have not
opens me to its  enlighten

Centuries, sentry in this field
Watching beings pass unaware
Or simply stare, not one
seeking or thinking I’m cognizant

This being before me,
examining it from within, excites.

It’s years spent in search
touching, seeking, wisdom
of nature , spirit
and enlightenment

In that moment
Two spiritual beings
Yearning, seeking,
Offering, accepting  
Entwine connecting

In spiritual harmony
Exchange what's lacking