The oak was full of spirit energy.
All felt it, from the humble bumblebee
to children changing mien as they drew near.
Wild creatures arched their backs or howled with fear,
but mostly calmed, and opened hearts to joy -
as did the fox, the man, the bird, the boy.
I felt the force of what the tree could do:
compelling thought and making that thought new -
until another broke its spirit force:
a nearby river flooded, changed its course.
The river undermined the tree's old root,
and swept the old before it, brought new fruit.
It too was full of spirit's fire and zest,
the vital in the worldly manifest.
This poem is a response to Semaphore's prompt at http://dversepoets.com/ dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
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