Ancient Oak
Hollow old oak tree,
Ancient sentinel of old;
Shelter from the rage,
Of sun, wind; the elements.
Yet, you still offer your gifts.
Ancient sage of old
I sit beneath you on a
windy day hearing
your whispers; the stories you
tell take me to wonderlands.
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