As child I would climb the majestic oak
Held safe in the limbs so every strong
Climbing the limbs so close to the sky
As a man I delight at the sight of this old tree
Beauty grace majestic oak milieu of elegance
Fills my soul so deeply as if I where a child ~
Author notes
This is a tree that is over a thousand years old and weathered many hurricanes. There is no way to photography it and capture the essence of it majestic presence.
Comments
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How splendid!!! I love trees and this one is just like an old soul. Beautiful Robert. The poem is so sweet. I loved to play in trees too.

~Azlyn~



