Mangled and twisted
Bent by the wind
Old and gnarled
Its branches bend.
How many years has the old oak witnessed,
A weave of living coils
Its trunk is weathered and blistered.
Through ages past sunbeams lay hot upon its ancient bark.
Colonist might have stepped over the twig
Yet today it mounts in great array.
Set in the marsh where the weather is hot,
It stands strong despite its God given plot.
Nature is beautiful in all her ways,
She adopts and constantly lives through change.
God created her to bring beauty to earth,
And God loves her twigs that constantly give
birth
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