Sitting in the shade of the oak tree
Sheltered from the falling rain
Peaceful and soothing
I ponder this calm in the story of life

The raindrops golden and slow
Play a lullaby as they strike the ground
Singing of spring and home
Of nostalgia and inner peace

I hang from the branches of the world tree
And marvel at the notes and waves of life
That dance beneath my head
My toes are cold

In my head I hear voices from the past
I see flashes of emotions from the future
The fountain of knowledge in my mind spills
It drowns my thoughts with things of bright and might

A red little bird walks by the roots below
It looks at me with eyes of wisdom
The wilderness looks at me
And I understand the Laws

The rustle of leaves whisper me secrets
Of the juice of earth and clay
Of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Crowns of priests and pig toes

I swing to the pulse of stars
Glinting glittering heavenly jewels
The pen tips that write the world
To the heartbeat of the rain

Marina Liz

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