My slender Oak Tree

My slender Oak Tree

29 October 2015



Storms will split him not

He is the calm in storm’s eye

That his trunk survives


Upper fruit of trees

He revels in other heights

Reading is golden


Plunged in the knowledge

Tactical experiment

Technology rules


The count of days floats

As he gathers slow his gait

Pale hurry-me-not


Placidly waiting

Almost breaching count of ten

He swam in stillness


The calm runs till now

Within his long lanky frame

My slender oak Tree

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