Live Oak

 

I see you sharing the ground
oak leaf holding some water
from last night.

My acres changing, and you
reflecting me.
I will not forget

asking Do you know your own beauty?
and realizing
the purpose of things.

We had our little epic then—
only all of existence!
For nothing springs forth

or falls to its own rooted feet
without the forces
of harmony.

 

 

 

 

 

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