Swirling up into the sky, escaping from the abyss of the alibis.
Memories inprisoned by walls of stone.
Words sprouting as if cast out of devils home.
Years and years claimed its ground.
Roots reaching to claim their destiny.
Through territory of times that are gone.
Traveling sometimes entwined sometimes alone.
Standing unshook while winds beat it with their souls.
Summer comes with colors green covering bare limbs.
Oak tree standing proud facing morning sun.
Thanks to wind for leaves and nuts that came undone.
Little oak growing by its side.
Destiny.
The rains cried!!!