A tree stands tall in a green paradise

Proud and independent of all support

This oak is free of sin and evil vice

This perfect image time does not distort

Time affects not, but nature has her wrath

Fire rages and gale force winds do blow

Strength and pride this tall oak no longer hath

Falling deftly towards cold dead earth below

A gracious gift given by a stranger

Keeps the tree from a definitive end

Denying the price imposed by nature

A helping hand a red maple does lend

The oak standing alone will surely fall

With support, it will never make landfall


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