"Let us meet" -attempted poetry

Caen, July 27th (to be considered a draft)

Let us meet
like oak trees, standing
in the forest, fierce and tall
show me acorns newly forming,
know your roots so deep and strong.
See my trunk of wood so solid
see the pride with which I bear
all the scars from time apassing,
and the sores from daily tear.
Meet me there, and as my equal
see my all with all that's you
Let us meet
as though we nothing
else but tow'ring oak trees were.

Let us meet
in carefree laughter
like the seagulls ride the wind
Where our burdens are forgotten
where we are the child within.
Meet me, where your soul is dancing
see the glory of my joy,
these are moments quickly passing
meet me ere they flee away.

Meet me in my darkest hour
when I fear that all is lost
Offer me that fledgling acorn
whisper words of wind and joy.
They who never saw the power
nor the pride, the strength, the smiles
cannot meet me
in my sorrow
simply 'cause they know not how.
As will I,
if I am able
open up a hand to you
On my palm behold the oak leaf
whispering words of days gone by.
Sorrow is in life a given
Know ye all, however, this
As is pride and strength and oak trees
as are winds and gulls and smiles:
neither of them everlasting
also grief, with time, will die.