THE MAJESTIC ROYAL OAK TREE


On a quiet corner behind the shaded building,
Stands a large and sturdy middle-aged oak tree,
It has weathered many seasons without tilting,
Exuding a sense of timeless strength and is carefree.

Its presence brings calm and stability,
It is the solid anchor in a fickle world,
Silent guardian filled with resilience and civility,
Providing a connection to the wisdom of the old world.

The gentle rustling of its leaves in the breeze,
Or the creaking of its archaic branches blowing in the wind,
It has a mildly bitter taste, unlike cheese,
A proud war veteran who has gone through the grind.

Its weathered, scarred body speaks of battles fought,
It still stands tall, a symbol of endurance,
Each scar tells of seasons of fire and frost,
Amidst chaos and confusion, the only reliable reference.

It is the timeless ballad no:64,
Providing weary nomads shade, comfort, refuge,
Its melody speaks of quiet strength and inspiration to its very core,
The steadfast veteran of valour and sacrifice, the centrifuge.

The majestic royal oak tree is associated with Thor,
The God of strength and protection,
You may find its mention in J.R.R. Tolkien’s gripping literature,
The noble butterfly that metamorphosed from the dull caterpillar.

 










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