Poetry: Oak Tree
Though rain drowns
and winds shriek
and blinding snow
furious falls
through thunderstorms
spit lightning
cracks limbs
shreds my cloaks
diminishes me.
reckon this
I stand
I continue
I prevail
Stoic my resolve
undaunted
stars
those intemperate
fools
twinkle and die
and the
sun and moon
adulterers in
their affections.
My roots run deep
staunchly permanent
inside Mother Earth
I am enveloped
I am steadfast
my gaze
fastened
constant
immutable.
Ever to weather
Father Time’s
irrevocable
irremovable
perpetual
march
I remain
I persevere
I bide.
A lovely poem Rob, I love it.
Ah a lovely poem Rob, and yes we should take the tree as an example, through and storm it continues to stand and remain strong.
Precisely
Meeee tooooo
I love ❤️ that oak tree…
And what a most appropriate poem to tell its story..
Good job rob …
thanks so very much as always
You got it rob
Powerful and beautifully written. ❤️
Thank you so much phoebe!
This is very good, Rob. Truly heartening and well written.
Wow thank you so much.
Right!!!
huh?
I’m Agreeing with her.
Love this one!
Thank you so very much
Love this!
Thanks so much trying some different things
Its good! I like the different things!