(Oak Tree) 
She laid under an ancient oak tree,
Spring Breeze flowing softy
between the tree leaves.
Hair sprawled out around her,
like morning glories, growing on fence posts.
She shut orbs that glowed so gloriously green
Closing her forested windows,
to horrors, floating silently in the wind.
Her fingers rooted in the grass,
touching the earth
hope of everlasting peace
Never leaving at last.
She just laid there,
clouds floating overhead
Fluffy white and flimsy,
like the thoughts in her head
Constantly swarming, turning, squirming, reshaping into new thoughts and premonitions.
She laid and laid,
sleeping the day away
As the sky went from blue, to shades of orange, pink and dark blue,
but not yet black.
Convictions roaming her head,
while her body stayed rooted instead.
And when she felt the most alone
Horrid thoughts of animals and insects finding her on her own,
claiming her their dinner,
or a place to call home
Crawling inside her, digging a hole.
She felt the earth dip beside her
Warm roots grasped at her hands,
filling them with earth, in place of grass
Tulips graced her cheek,
the scent of fragrant Blossoming flowers danced gracefully in the air.
she opened her green emerald moons
And saw the sun looking down upon her
She saw a halo in his hair,
And Gaia’s blessing in his eyes
He smiled, called her his
“My love, you are mine.”
He pulled her up so gently,
Caressing her hand so soft,
So very gentle it almost hurt,
and walked into the forest,
his roots intertwined with hers.
For now, she wasn’t alone,
one tree now not forever on its own,
No longer doomed to grow in a valley lone.
as the oak tree grew,
a beautiful aspen grew beside it too.
Their roots intertwined, just like the sun and the moon.