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Print of a Mighty Oak
A butterflying fingertip settles lightly
Parted from a million sisters and brothers.
Deep, dark, veined concentrate of green,
Yet retaining tales of myth and magic,
Arthurian wonderment, battles and woe.
Sap of life from deep within the earth,
Guzzled by ancient roots
Takes the super highway
Onwards, upwards the very lift of life,
Departing onto many floors,
Racing through corridors, passageways,
Alleys. Hurrying, scurrying
To a multitude of arms, hands and fingers.
Slowing rapidly to a halt,
Gently feeding the fingertips.
Carried in capillaries, to the very edges
Of this fragment of wonder.
If each leaf of an oak, indeed every oak
Could speak, then they’d say
That each and everyone of us is unique.
I pick it up carefully – so delicate,
Feeling, breathing, it’s beauty and mystique.
Taking in dark green, earthy aromas.
This very print of a mighty oak
Flutters the heart, gives one strength.........
And makes one feel weak.
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