Carved my name on the body of a giant,
United our souls indefinitely,
Through the sands of time,
Inspired by your coloured cathedral canopies,
And the dapple scattered light that shines,
As Autumn grasps your foliage,
And the cold does grab your spine,
Still you stand defiant,
So proud and full of life.
The misty mornings dew does steeper,
Deeper through your roots,
Poison ivy vines clamber trying to steal your loot,
My mighty oak still you cope,
To me your like my anchor,
A trusted soul without a judgement,
Where I release my anger.
Through the roughest storms,
You still stand strong,
When all around has fallen,
God forbid you ever fall,
My heart will break in torment.
Under the winters howl,
Owls perched on icey diamond branches,
Squirrels running ragged creating avalanches,
My mighty oak I hope you never have to hurt,
You give so much and ask of nothing in return,
So here you are a poem I made especially just for you,
All I ask is nothing but to listen to my groans,
As you always surely do!
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To my local mighty oak tree to whom I like to confide in...