The tall oak tree and me ❤️

Melancholy music from the creaking timber moods

Those trees are alive they have eyes that can see

Perfectly well just like you and me

I am lost in this forest with so many ways to go

Do I turn right, left, up or down? I do not know

Meandering mazes, every path looks the very 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 and 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 care to help me, well that would be so good” 

I shouted that once and then a few times more  I needed him to hear me as I stood beneath him on the mossy 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

 Wow these footsteps had to be mine, as they were facing the other way,  just before I got lost on that bewildering day

 Well I walked with vigour as I sang to the trees, and the beautiful butterflies fluttered with the busy bumble bees

 Yes indeed this was my path I wasn’t lost anymore, from my roam in the forest when I went to explore