A majestic oak reaches into the sky,
Sticking out of the water at its base,
And yet it still cannot remove,
The tears embedded on my face.
Water drips from the leaves of the oak,
Landing lightly on my hair,
And yet they cannot wash away,
My feelings of great despair.
The music of this mighty tree,
Unites in a pure, sweet hum,
And yet it cannot drown out,
My screams that are yet to come.
I sit in a world of dignified beauty,
Where a peaceful aura resides,
My family’s bond hangs in the balance,
My life;
About to collide.
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