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Tree Walk

I asked my beloved oak tree
if such a very WiseElder tree
could
and would
and should be mine
Unless, in the senses
I stand,
to smell
and hear
and feel
and taste and see,
in rooted solidarity
learned from AncientFamily oak trees
long before we met,
Here with Then and Now.

I asked my lovely oak
to invite me in to her forest
rooted matriarchal arms,
to let me swing on his strong-branched armaments,
to gently touch her organic latticed leaves.

But She,
of well past two hundred holonic rings,
said I was too old
to make love again with Her.
She worried I might hurt myself.

Yet, what a way to go!
I reply therapeutically
back through reweaving TreeTime’s
nutritional ecology.

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