There It Was

There it was,
it was in my dream,
it was glistening with glory,
it was an unearthly scene.
It was an Oak tree,
standing beautiful, balanced, and bright,
softly preaching it's message of love and light.
There it was,
pulling me to it's force,
there was no mistaking the coarse.
There it was,
amidst the darkness and the void.
This must be a gift from my lord.

by Mitzi Waters

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Mitzi Estonko, how are you my name is Osceola Birdman Waters, i live in Darwin the Northern Territory of Australia i am American Indian Descent, i have read your work, and i enjoyed very much, get in touch please mvdo thank you Osceola.