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The Oak

Though storms have raged

Though rains have lashed

Against this noble tree

So tall and steadfast it still stands

Its leafy arms spread wide

Birds in it's fine green hair can safely nest.

Yet from it's cousins' timbers all across the world

Both mighty ships and lovers ' seats are built.

Sweethearts have carved their names on its knarled trunk

Though strife and pestilence

It still grows high and wide

It watches life grow old and love grow strong.

Wars pass it by, life comes and fades away

When I am no longer on this earth

Its leafy shade will sooth and comfort still

Stay strong, dear friend,

and oversee another hundred years

.

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