26/03/2025
~ Growing Oak ~
I am not a bird,
I am an acorn.
A seed to plant,
A dream to grow.
Wingless, but blooming
Nurtured by the moss below.
It’s worth the wait,
Even for the years
Without the sun’s glow
I remembered.
I am not a bird,
I am a sapling.
Saturated by the rains
And finally felt hurt
Only then did my roots
become one with the earth.
I have rings and cycles
A slow spiral to climb
Reaching for the light
With soft strength in my spine
I don’t need to fly.
But now there are wings,
Born on boughs that hold
And shelter from the storms
That come and go.
I remembered.
I am not a bird,
I am a tree.
A living memory of picnics
and swings
I will weather seasons,
And change my leaves.
I am forever meeting me.
The sky still calls
But I’d rather stay.
Tomorrow’s music
Can only be heard today,
Complex compositions
Centered in soul
I remembered.
I am not a bird
I am a great oak,
Here I am sovereign
Rooted in my own bones
Here I am heart woven,
Connected to the grove.
I am not a bird -
I am home.