Higher
The mighty Oak,Shoots towards the sky,
reaching high with out stretching arms.
Stunted only by heritage, broad shoulders
carry any burden. Slow and low lights burn
the longest. Resended only by limitations, withered,
shown in rings, long proud roots. Out lived mortals
three times over. Worth ten of the nearest, truly a fine
Specimen. Envy green are his tassels, an off color of
greed are his views,Tall and Proud. His span far out
reaching others.Thought by some to live forever.
However His time, like Achilles, must eventually
meet that final curtain, gone further, lived on
only by name, while ruins waste away.
Good bye, Old Topp!
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