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Author - Gandalf~Mithrandir Fan

Written on - Tuesday 24th December 2013 (02:51am)

The Oak
Oh ancient one how grand you stand
Amid a field of gold,
Your toughened skin does tell a tale of times of old.
Your limbs stretch high towards the pale blue sky
About you lay leaves of scarlet, gold, silver, copper and brass
To lay upon the soft green lush grass
But now, like me, their time has come and passed.
Oh, ancient oak how beautiful you are
No other foliage’s beauty could compare to thee
And beneath your roots I shall lay peaceful & still
For all of eternity.