Arthritic Oak
Arthritic oak tree, each branch’s twisted finger, takes my mind to another reality; I have visited far away realms, through your stories. You have lived century’s worth of life and time’s left its fingerprints on your ancient face. Still, wrapped in its steely grip, you shield us from the elements. Despite the gnarled limbs, you stand tall and proud against all odds; telling a new story, every day.
The road map of time,
Built by the elements is,
Written in the trees.
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