You cannot withstand this Oak,
foundational pillar of greenery striking
out,
bracing ecosystem stoically
oh majestic spire!
Your canopy shelters and your fruits
sustain myriad of souls, singing in
bloom.
One sits beneath, children
of your strength laid out,
fanning creations flames to become
ink stained, manifesting worlds
fantastic.
Serene paths lead before them,
shaded undergrowth
cradling their journeys
stationary to the last.