True Magic

Tall, mighty Oak,

Four hundred years you have seen,

Through tempest and fire,

Raging storms you have been.

Sturdy and proud,

Towering high,

Mighty Oak rise above,

Touching the sky.

Marvel though you are,

I gaze in wonder anew,

At the tiny acorn in my hand,

Like the one from which you grew.

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