Tree Love

By Lian Brook-Tyler

Last week’s #wildwednesday invitation over at Waking The Wild is one that couldn’t be closer to my heart… it’s all about finding your special tree (or honouring it in reflection if you already have one), if you want to join us in this practice, the link is in the comments. And also do share with like-minded friends who might want to join too!

This poem below is one I wrote some time ago that is my reflection of what my tree has provided to me (it’s truthfully beyond words but words will have to do).

OAK

By Lian Brook-Tyler

Oak,

you saw it

all.

The girl who didn’t know who she was,

grimacing behind a contorting mask of someone else.

The woman who grasped for control,

never trusting life could take care of her.

The human who thought she was alone,

believing only what she could see.

Oak,

you were

everything.

The girl grew up,

taught by your telos.

The woman let go,

surrendered to your presence.

The human opened

to you and therefore everything.

If I spend a lifetime on my knees

kissing your feet,

it won’t be enough.

So instead,

I guide the lost ones

to you,

so you can show them who they are.

The ocean of their tears at your roots,

is my praise.

Oak,

this is your legacy,

it is for the acorns

and

for the girls and boys

to come.

It is

for all of us.

 
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