The Oak

Just like the mighty oak, this is where I’ll stay
Though the breeze may touch me, I will never sway

My trunk is firmly planted now, limbs are held so high
Though the rain my wash my tears it’s not I who cry

Bolts of lightening strike me, hurt me so much more
Planted firm I’ll never show what’s hidden at my core

I will stand to face the day alone and see the sun
My roots are firmly in the ground I could never run

Tempted oh so many times to let my limbs spread wide
As I looked at the aftermath they were rotting at my side

Things may touch my surface now gnawing at my bark
They may even try to get inside chewing like a shark

I’ll stand firm, they can’t touch me, alone and proud I’ll stay
Because the pain of loneliness, beats being thrown away 

Hak
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