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An old oak tree resides under the glimming star's assisted by the moon in illuminating up the night sky.

A companied by passing clouds drifting out of focus. The freshly grew leaves gliding with the summer breeze creating musical whistles by the movement in which the brittle branches danced in good health.

A stolen glance, a breath with taken in which a heart is betroven. What come of this tree asked my many. It stays in one place year by year capturing what we're missing.

By day a vision, by night a sanctuary. A home to some and others an escape. This old oak tree is more than it seems but just a tree no doubt it be.

A tree so old but still so strong stuck in one place where it belongs.