Slowly, the swaying oak, she moans and creaks
While reminiscing all the life that seeked
For her to cover them, giving a home.
Yet now she stands, wrinkled and hard. "You've shown
No care! You creatures lack a worry. Will you
Protect me? What if human blade through (not finishedddd)
Sink deep, my many rings will be sliced deep
Chapters of your small lives, are held, I keep."
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