Under An Old Oak (The flame of the universe)

Under An Old Oak (The flame of the universe)

Ethereal.
Re-awoken, under, age-old oak,
Its solicitous arms
Trace the purpose and design
Within its sagely embrace.

Betwixt fear and reverence,
Sheltering me from the mortal rain.

There is a Power;
Fecund, growing and amplifiying.

The leaves holding the sun,
As I stare into the heart of the world.
Pulsating.
Colour coursing through each vein.

I stood on the root of the universe,
The world turning above......
Blazing.