A large oak next to the open field, just in the outskirts of the forest, sees sunrises and sunset along the year’s changing seasons with its beauties and harsh seasons. Standing stoically stable over the centuries when war battles are played out on the fields, kings and land owners have its successions of the land and forest. Each lord has its own agenda, and when the man comes with the chainsaw to the forest, you know the time has come for you. When the chains start to cut into your branches and wood chips are flying around, pain may be unbearable and feel eternal, but relief happens eventually if not given up or cut down. Resin will drip from the wounds like tears on a chin. Time will heal some and give new strength to grow new branches to flourish. The oak feel life is comfortable and enjoyable living by himself with a nice view from the part of the forest well sought of. When spring comes around and a nice smell is in the air that brings to life the notion of something the soul is longing for, finding the special kind of tree that stands out from all the other common arts of trees that the deep forest holds. That special oak is found through the fungus moth in the soil and a vibe of communication grows to that remote forest glade to another oak. The fungus spiritually catalysts the mutual oaks feelings of being seen and understood with similarities, sparks a series of communication of desire to share life stories from young age till today and the imagination of the future formed together. The ignited feelings of purpose and direction in life, creates a bonding with desire to meet, and are life changing of one's mind. But moving out of a comfort zone where all roots are well connected makes anyone get cold feet in all seasons. The mind of the oak in the glade got ignited like gas turning into flames in an engine, but contained. The old oak feels like a genie in a bottle that was suddenly touched by such a soft hand and released to life to do and create what only a mind's wishes can imagine. The old oak could not stand still any longer with the genie loose. It had to start to take the first step in faith, courage, determination and challenge all pains, nakedness and dangers when raising up and pulling up all its roots from the ground and walking out from the forest, over the fields into the unknown world to pursue what it was meant to do, it was...
Published 2022-May-05 and written by Mr. Nilsson, G.
The music Nature Boy by Nat king cole suits this tale.