The Awakening of an Oak

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.
Hanna Greenwood

The Oak

Happy walk to all of you.

9 Comments on “The Awakening of an Oak

    • 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.
      Saludos,
      Hanna

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