High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Happy walk to all of you.
9 thoughts on “The Awakening of an Oak”
Impressive tones, Hanna!!!!!
Thank you, Jacint. Impressive oak that is 🙂
That’s a wonderful picture. I enjoyed the poem as well.
Thank you, Alen. Trees are amazing things ❤ 🙂
Hello Hanna, your post is wonderful. The tree is magnificent and the poem very beautiful… Thank you very much.
All the best.
Hi Isabel. Inspiration comes from nature 🙂
It’s amazing how many levels and colours there exist in an oak tree and how many birds who benefit from the rough surface of the bark.
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