Oak Tree

Oak tree guardians

Along the path

Rocks along the creek bed

And so quiet...

The whispers carried on the wind

Can be heard

When tall grass rustles

Now

Yesterday and tomorrow

Are merging

Into now

The temple that once was

Now is

And will be

The stepping stone, the base

For that which is to come

The old is not released

It is brought back to its essence

As it becomes a foundation

For the ever-new now

Renewed

The story continues

Myth and legend

As true as they ever were

Are the reality

Of now!