The Lone Oak
The Lone Oak
Has finally awoke
Alone in an empty field
Tucked away I grow concealed
The Lone Oak
Immune from fire and smoke
With all it's might
It grows to the light
The Lone Oak
Winds wont leave a branch broke
A strong foundation
Supports his escalation
The Lone Oak
The leaves act as a cloak
Silver skin
And a golden heart within
The Lone Oak
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2015
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