The Unbroken Oak
I stand firm as an oak tree
My roots are long tentacles
Strongly hooked into the ground
I've withstood great storms
I've felt mother nature's wrath
Lightning has forked into me
Yet, here I stand, unbroken
And I'll keep standing.
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