Oak Tree

Unequivocal contentedness. 


A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search

for philosophical soundness within one's soul.


Branches so perfectly placed the seem to

represent a geometric phenomenon.


Bark so richly brown and sturdy you can't

help but run your curious hands over it.


Leaves such a sprightly effervescent brown

you wonder if they're even tangible.


I mus upon the thought of building my house,


under the speckled shade of my hearty oak tree.


But alas, duty calls, 

and I'm pulled from my reverie.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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