Through howling winds the tree stands proud
Unfolding its leafy crown
The roots make knots in the soil beneath
It’s leaves shed like tears of grief
The branches never think to tangle
The Tree knows nothing of a world so fragile
As the dandelions and blossoms grow
This ancient oak will embrace life’s flow
True, one day the boughs will snap
It’s mighty trunk seek to nap
This gentle giant wither and die
Falling to the earth with a smile
Leaving behind some seeds that reap
A wooden tower that can't be meek
The father of the meadows in may
Another oak another day
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