I dreamt that I was a wise old oak tree,
My gnarled bark and tangled limbs reaching to the sky,
My canopy of leaves sheltering those underneath.
A knowing came to me,
Bubbling up from some spring deep within-
I had weathered so many storms,
The winds forceful and angry,
But they did not break me,
A lesson in strength that rises up in times of need to remind me-
I bend, but I do not break.