I spoke to the Oak and i asked for her views
on the fat orange bloke and the strait of Hormuz
In her wisdom she offered a deep sense of calm
in her green leaf enfoldings a purposeful balm,
Have no fear of tomorrow for anxiety dwells
in confusion, illusion and the lies that we tell,
hold on tight to the truth that the seasons will pass
and the flowing of time will the horrors outlast,
know that darkness is conquered by flickers of light
and that reckonings come when the timing is right,
turn away from the madness, escaping your fears
put your trust in the justice of sages and seers
I am old and my age has seen horrors before
I have lived in a world full of worries and wars
I have stood for a century watching the world
and have witnessed the carnage as flags are unfurled.
Turn away from the news, notice blossom instead
let your heart be at one with the seedlings in bed
as for me i have faith and have acorns to dream
and i know that the rest is not quite as it seems….
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Im wondering if i should plant my seeds
and hope the season may outlast
the imminence of escalated fall-out from a nuclear blast.
Im wondering if the ghouls have found
enough to sate their mocking ire
and bombed enough to feel like men in charge of satans holy fire.
Im wondering if the day has come
in foolishness of mighty power
where we can breathe and sigh relief and bid farewell to farewells hour?
Im wondering if i should plant my seeds
or store them well for futures when
the thrust of Oppenheimer’s gift is banished from the hands of men.
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