Red Wood

I watch my hand as it reaches to the tree,
the wind rustling the leaves around me, 

The tough oak holding strong,
even after all the years it has been challenged,

It will not fall.

It is strong. 

Tough. 

And will never give up. 

And even though it is tough, it is peaceful.

When something is in need, 

It will give shelter to people underneath, 

Stronger than a bone,

As peaceful and wise as a tortoise,

And as forgiving as a dog,

As water beats on its leaves,

The tree looks down on me,

All the long way to the ground.

So when I touch its hard red bark,

I let myself go,

And let myself close my eyes, 

And realise,

That I will never be alone.