From an Oak Tree

For long hours	Dreaming
Resting      Back to trunk
Enraptured
By sturdy limbs
Carrying seeds
For future generations

Through the rustling leaves
Your still small voice
Speaks of millennia
Of Oak Heritage
Birthed with
And by you
In the Omega
And the Alpha
Of the Eternal

Now

I know
Each and every thing
Is All

Is One