- By: Alan Lawson
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A tender seed floats to the
landing, then resting in the damp brown soil.
A starting point of a new journey now bound,
An unknown future of dreams, struggles or turmoil.
As the roots fight through soil
The budding oak now grows in height and size.
Branching and flourishing until fully grown,
Becoming a home for creatures from earth and skies.
A thriving growth of dark green moss,
blankets the aged bark of the looming oak.
A perpetual struggle, one side at a loss,
As the great oak is masked by the engulfing cloak.
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