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In the hush of twilight's gentle embrace,

A solitary oak stands with ancient grace.

A testament to time, rooted in the land.

Leaves whisper secrets of ages past,

Echoes of stories too vast to last.

Bark adorned with scars of storms weathered,

Yet steadfast it stands, undaunted, untethered.

Underneath its boughs, a poet dreams,

Inscribed in shadows and dappled sunbeams.

Verse spills forth like leaves in the breeze,

Capturing moments, memories, and mysteries.

Each line a tribute to this silent sentinel,

Guardian of tales that forever dwell.

In the heart of the oak, wisdom resides,

A muse for the soul where inspiration abides.