A spoken Oak

I spent the day in my wandering woods
inhaling
colours images the perfect world
while sitting picnic
under my favorite tree
I figured to share story
life wrote
with the leaf Of He
Hamadryad supreme the keeper
the key
Borne to this forest, the oldest
among leaves
has the gall
for which to write with
his demeanor tall
standing out decisive
amongst them all
swooped against the sky
defiant to time
showing his face
certain grains, within life of I
deep laden cracks lace
stoic and knowing ways
lock the eyes
telling survivals pride
standing guard against the edge
of mans sharp boot-knife
He is the guardian
and gatekeeper
to earths small paradise
rooted deep
within this Soul
I am his kin
Hollars' keep
natures own