I Am Oak (Growth)

I grew;
From the humble house that built me, I ran beneath a prodigious earth;
My heart sought solace before the frozen hearth.
Hope was  bred from words and stories spoken and curious hands in the dirt.
The Sun like arms embraced me and my scraped knees,
The Mother's kiss a gentle breeze, I who knew what beauty it was to be free,
Hitherto running home, one of us became two, and two grew to one,
Indeed, for all the sun we never saw Brother Moon.
I grew,
Because careless laughter and Autumn leaves was the legacy my father left me.
Nights passed us in graceful solitude, taking castles built by the blood of brotherhood.
Love and life an indomitable sea, I see the trees, Might Oaks upon Hapless Willows
Was in pursuance of my reverence; Dreams painted on an Empyrean canvas,
Pother like pillows that billowed and weaved in and out and my own soul followed.
I grew,
And for sweet anamnesis, these can only be thanked,
For who am I to spurn the Gods for what is true?
I grew, and grew, and grew until Oak I became.
Although not a century has passed, the seed was strong.
I, who grew, could have been lame,
Or left the sins of my father to blame.
I, who grew, held on to my song,
Enduring the bleak winters of my heart,
I, who could have been into sickness,
Have my health.
I, who grew,
I am Oak, I am Willow,
I am Soul and Heart,
I am the Moon and the Stars,
I am my Mother's child.
I grew by the grace of the Gods.
I am Rock,
A mighty mountain that moves with the winds of change.
I am Bird, I am the Insect,
A child of the World,
And still I grow.