My slender Oak Tree

My slender Oak Tree

29 October 2015

 Loic

 

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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