Tempest

Still Standing

Whilst embedded into the swaddled, freezing earth,
A lonesome oak with jagged bark lingers within a frosty, winter wonderland,
Its curving roots firmly nestled amongst multiple layers of serene, comforting sod.

A mandatory task weighs down upon its elongated, sky-high branches,
Which the strong, unwavering oak must bear upon its sturdy shoulders,
As if it were constantly heeding a faint, probing reminder.

Perseverance abides within this trooper's ancient heart of wood,
And it still stands tall and proud, looming above the unmoving, snow-laden ground.
Despite its former coating of long-forgotten leaflets remaining absent,
The unwavering oak, whom lacks fellow brethren to accompany it,
Will thrive whilst dwelling in this temporary, nostalgic period of huffy, chilling breezes,
Its apparent, profound optimism urging it onwards
Until the bijou, absent saplings of the past resurface to bless this yearning, flake-speckled tree with a heartfelt family reunion.