As I lifted my head up to the huge oak tree, feet in the brown lobed
leaves, a tingle passed through my hair and felt a tender message
massaged.

“We are not asleep, though we have bared our limbs.  Stand still, let the cold embrace you.  It will crystallize the truth.  You are forever.”

I am forever.  Despite that my surroundings change, have changed, will change.  I am forever.  My hopes can reach out in thousands of diminishing branches.  My faith can sink deeper and deeper into the truth of the material earth and the eternal spirit.

Right here, right now, I claim forever.