The oak and I stretch up together
toward the heavens this early morning,
the light in my eyes enough to burn
through thick grey skies above.
Here I feel the presence of the past
and find comfort in the thought
of eighty years of spirit come before.
I am not the first nor the last to wonder here.
I am grateful for this place to ground my feet
while my eager heart runs wild.
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