Strength...
Bound by vines and found in time, follow thy might and beautiful light, as growth from old and long sought roots, sink within thy ageing oak suits. Bold and strong hold stead fast, with colors of brown and golden glass, cluster thy green low leaning leaves, towards thy waters life beneath thy oak tree.
Stories are told of strength long adorned, as time started with seeds before dawn. Planted and nurtured during thy storm, watched and saved throughout thy stay. Decade hath past as life grew tall, learning and burning with knowledge out-poured. Flowers of white, pure and light, cluster upon thy oak trees might.
Elegant age of height and sight, even though time played thy right. Memory long past from hours of last, held on thy knowledge and soul bound stance. Words of truth, words sewn new, plant thy seeds of evergreen hues.
And there along thy rivers path, shall thee find thy oak trees grasp, roots bound low and leaning in life. Flowers grow and form such glow, of tranquil scenes in thy meadow. Deep within thy forest of green, with healthy leaves and stealthy streams.
There thee find thy evergreen seeds, with sunlights beam and pure serene.
Waters life flow thee pass, from thy mountains high path, bound and bending with nurture intending. Contouring thy lands, with true and pure natures pending.
Know thee then, thy beloved, that strength hath been sewn and grown in times of old. Planned and stand in age unknown, vast and long hath time consumed, thy beauteous hue. Yet strength hath gifted thee thy ability, to stand against uncertainty. Formed and shaped to show thy fate, accept thee then thy courageous stake.
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PuisiWith a history unknown, shall thy truth of thus past grace thy generation of thus day and age? As thy decade upon decade escapes thy time encased tranquility. Is thus spoken to be of physicality or only part of thy mentality? As of molded thought ha...
