The flowing of yonder stream
Makes me begin to daydream.
Little waterfalls so swift
And my mind begins to drift.

Water so fresh and so cold
Nearby Beech tree standing bold.
Beside the stream I daydream
Whom could with me sit by stream?

Evening does too soon come
And soon sets that golden sun,
On a day so carelessly
Dreaming dreams so happily.

Lost in thought by yonder stream
I see rays of golden gleam.
Whom could with me sit and dream
Lost in thought by yonder stream?*

Тадеус

Along with centuries,
decades, years,
days and moments
I stand,
tall, majestic, in spite
of weathered skin.

I have endured
the monotany of
immobile time, deep gashes,
buzz saws ripping
into my flesh,
lovers’initials
carved into my
layers.

Creatures and beasts
of all walks of life,
have made a home
of me,
pushing, pulling
and bending branches,
causing pains,
oblivious to the
harm inflicted.

Either way
I stand,
tall and majestic,
in spite of insult
and injury.

I am that old
oak tree,
and my roots have
found their place,
gripping the fragile earth;
the raw embodiment
of determination,
no matter the weather,
no matter the punishments
nature can impose.

I stand,
tall and majestic,
like only an
old oak tree
can.


~ by Mercurychyld
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