The tall oak tree and me

I pause I stop and I listen walking through the woods - Meloncholy music from the creaking timber moods - Those trees are alive they have eyes that can see perfectly well just like me - I am lost in this forest with so many ways to go - right left up down I do not know - meandering mazes every path looks the same - I would turn around and go back but I don’t know which way I came

So I look up at a tall oak tree I am totally alone - there is no one else but me and I haven’t got my phone -   I know fine well that this timber can talk coz I heard words in whispers when it had a visit from a hawk - “Please Mr. Oak tree I am lost in your wood should you help me well that would be so good” - I said that once and then a few times more I needed him to hear me as I stood beneath him on the floor - a gentle breeze blew on the righthand side of my face like a peck on my cheek full of nimbleness and grace - this light wind came from nowhere from out of the blue “Please Mr Oak tree did this come from you?”

Well I thought I’d take a chance what else could I do with this wind of wonderment from out of the blue - so I turned to my right there was a path straight ahead when I noticed footsteps where I had already tread - these footsteps had to be mine as they were facing the other way just before  I got lost on that bewildering day - I walked with vigour as I sang to the trees as the butterflies fluttered with the bumble bees - yes this was my path I wasn’t lost anymore from my roam in the forest when I went to explore - very soon I arrived at my garden gate and I looked up at my own oak tree and thought isn’t Mother nature great