Poetry: Oak Tree

Though torrents
of blinding snow
fall furious
though storms
spit lightning
cracks limbs
shreds my cloaks
diminishes me

reckon this

I endure
I fight
I prevail

My stoic
resolve undaunted
stars
those intemperate
fools
twinkle and die
the sun and moon
adulterers in
their affections.

My roots run deep
staunchly permanent
inside Mother Earth
I am steadfast
my presence
constant
immutable.

Ever to weather
Father Time’s
irrevocable
irremovable
perpetual
march
I remain
I persevere
I abide.

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