Wondrous Way - I Am Oak

That strange wondrous way

In which we age

But never really change

I come out unwound

From all I’ve ever come across

I’ve been walking

For an hour or so

Down a logging road

Nobody has come my way

I’m looking at the valley

From up on a dirt road

Searching for a way down

Back into town

To that strange wondrous place

Where I live

And spend my days

Free from change

Fine, draw a line

Through the landscape

And through our lives

And all that I have sung about

And all that I have stated

And all that I have questioned

And all that I have ever said

Remains unchanged

Unrestrained and uncontained

I’m free to change

A sound of wood splitting

Across a field

A treeline hides

What’s soon revealed

Something rustling

Through the brush or the canopy

It’s the sound of wood splitting

Across a field

A treeline hides

What’s soon revealed

Swaying grass that marks

The path

It got away

It got away