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Dark yet light Warm yet cold Rough yet smooth Old yet young Many yet one Remembers love engraved Forever without sin, waving in the wind Bent with force, bows its head And yet, looks straight ahead Stands still and silent its feet entrenched Sometimes clothed, sometimes naked to the eye Strong and straight or gnarled and bent Shaded or stark it welcomes light Grows mighty from so small Features colours red, green and gold Casts open its arms for all to behold A perch, a home, an attitude of strength Somewhere to climb when child like And some would call it home within its arms Reaches to the sky that it embraces Knows the aroma of many places And sometimes bears wonderful presents Or foods of foreign resources on platters of clay It holds silver, stainless steel and gold And with parchment like sails It would carry you off to lands and strange places We take its worth without thought We laden it with our burden We drink in its presence without thought We eat at its heart, for which it never complains This is the magnificence of woodland Oak.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
The Mighty
Dark yet light Warm yet cold Rough yet smooth Old yet young Many yet one Remembers love engraved Forever without sin, waving in the wind Bent with force, bows its head And yet, looks straight ahead Stands still and silent its feet entrenched Sometimes clothed, sometimes naked to the eye Strong and straight or gnarled and bent Shaded or stark it welcomes light Grows mighty from so small Features colours red, green and gold Casts open its arms for all to behold A perch, a home, an attitude of strength Somewhere to climb when child like And some would call it home within its arms Reaches to the sky that it embraces Knows the aroma of many places And sometimes bears wonderful presents Or foods of foreign resources on platters of clay It holds silver, stainless steel and gold And with parchment like sails It would carry you off to lands and strange places We take its worth without thought We laden it with our burden We drink in its presence without thought We eat at its heart, for which it never complains This is the magnificence of woodland Oak.
Written for the book 'A Lizard's Tale'.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
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