Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Wise Oak...

 Old as Oak
Rooted firm for all time
Soft soil supports you
Holding your strength in reaching limbs
Nimble with the wind
Bending in a dance
This world is but a trance

Dear wise Oak
Spread your shade upon me
I seek wisdom
And you are much older
I cling to your bark and make my mark

Dear wise Oak
Your view has grown far above
What is it I cannot see?

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