Was it a Dream?

I walked alone through the wood, listening to the sounds of nature; the chirping of birds, the humming of bees, the rustle of a gentle breeze through the leaves. The sunlight made gentle shafts of golden light as it filtered down through the trees.

I came to a clearing. There stood a giant oak tree, truly a magnificent sight. I sat down on an old log beneath it's shade, leaning my back against his trunk. Silent, still.....

Then I became aware of his breathing, a gentle rythym. I placed my hands behind me on his trunk and I could feel his heart beating, strong and steady. It surged through my hands, up my arms and into my own body, until it reached my heart.
I heard a soft whisper....Get up and dance...it said.

So I stood up, took a few uncertain steps, then skipped and twirled, spinning and dancing as if I was weightless. A great feeling of joy filled my whole being.
I looked back at him and I was still sitting beneath his great spreading branches.
How could that be?

I skipped back to the tree and sank again into my own body.

Silent, still....

Again I felt his breathing, his heartbeat and it felt as if soft branches like arms held me.....and loved me...whispering...Beloved....

Then suddenly I was at the edge of the wood again.
What had happened? Was it a dream? I think not as I felt renewed, energised, uplifted and filled with joy.

Oh..the wondrous Spirit of Trees..........