Oak Tree

Though torrents of blinding snow fall furious though storms spit lightning cracks limbs shreds my cloaks diminishes me reckon this I endure I fight I prevail My stoic resolve undaunted stars those intemperate fools twinkle and die the sun and moon adulterers in their affections. My roots run deep staunchly permanent inside Mother Earth I am steadfast my presence constant immutable. Ever to weather Father Time’s irrevocable irremovable perpetual march I remain I persevere I abide.