The Tree

A vision I had, made a impact on me

It stood before me this Majestic Tree
A dream, A Vision but clearly I see
Trunk and Branches, perfect harmony
The Majestic tree that stands before me

The wind stirring as it spoke to me
Words of Wisdom I give thee
I am your Oracle, hear my decree
Open your mind, set your spirit free

Visions of the future, the past, I did see
As she spoke of death, decay and disease
But also of Life, Rebirth and Energy

As the wind began to howl and moan
Twisted and torn, limb and leave
Only the trunk, was left to see
Why I asked, what could it mean?

But only silence as the wind ceased to be
My heart was broken, my soul it did grieve
But out of the corner of my eye I did see
At the top of the trunk a single limb and leave

I could not contain, the joy I did feel
As I watched new life, renewed and set free
The tree, growing displaying the beauty of its canopy
Once again the Oracle, spoke in the breeze
Words of wisdom, for you are the tree

For we are one, spoke softly the Tree
The earth, the Soil, your Spirit and Me
Death and Life, the Seed and the Tree
Rebirth with new Life, My final decree

Author's Note

The Dream

In the forest I stood before this Majestic tree. The tallest of the forest, its canopy covered all the other trees. Almost as a mother hen protects its hatchlings. Its truck was massive, many times the size of a Sequoia.

In my dream I remember the overwhelming feeling of having a glimpse of something so great and Majestic. Speechless I could only stand and gaze with wide open eyes and open mind.

A gentle breeze began to blow across my face, just as a single ray of sunlight seemed to break and escape through the branches. At first I thought this was the sound of rustling leaves, or was it a salubrious breeze.

It spoke to me, not as if I could hear it speak through my ears. It spoke to my soul with words no ear can hear. But yet I could understand almost as if I were transparent and could feel it pass through me.



It spoke as an Oracle, with words and visions I could see.

Beauty, Peace, Love and Tranquility.

With each passing of the Oracles decree, the rivers of life seem to flow through me.

But with the present, the past I also did see and the horror of destruction, death and disease.

As the cold of a dark winter seem to pass through me.

The wind became violent, twisting and tearing the tree. Stripped from its trunk limb and leave, only the truck was left standing for my eyes to see.

I gazed in confusion as to what this might mean, my soul crying for the loss of its beauty and Majesty.

Once again it spoke as a soft gentle breeze, speaking works of hope, renewal and being set fee.

My eyes began to focus, as I looked high in the tree. There I saw the meaning of life, displayed in a single Limb and leave.

The limb began to grow and replenish the tree. Rebirth, renewal, within death, life was her decree.

Once again she stood mighty, protecting all who was beneath her wings.

She ask me my wish, I asked to be one with the tree. Slowly I walked to trunk of the tree, her bark look like glass, my reflection I could see.

Taking a step forward, I walked into the tree. Its beauty I can find no words to describe.

Polished wood, Grains like glass, smooth to the touch like winters ice.

A looking glass mirror of what life should be.

I found myself looking at the world, from inside the tree. Then the Oracle once again spoke to me.


The earth, the Soil, your Spirit and Me
Death and Life, the Seed and the Tree
Rebirth with new Life, My final decree

For we are the same, The Tree and Me