Sound
Like the roots of an Oak tree
Stable you stand
As time tolls,
Bells ring,
Birds wake,
Whilst bark rises with a new day
It flaunts not it's resilience
But lays shade for strangers
This is you
Steady
Like an Oak tree's branch
And always with open eyes
Growing,
Changing,
Hurting,
And again
You were made for the sun
Like an Oak tree's leaf
In day's celebration
Yet no night nor winter
Could lay waste to you
And again
Dawn breaks
You wake your tired bones
You shake nightmares from each and every pore
And still here you stand
Strong
Yes you may waver
As nature is bound to
But no storm
No snow
No drought
Could end you
You remain through every ounce of pain
My shade
My comfort
My strength
My Oak tree
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Kaylee Skinner
A mere cat loving poet, writing my way through life. If you enjoy a story of mine give it some love or send me a tip so I can keep sharing! (:
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