∴ roots clutch riven-rocky loam
oak in its gnarled dominion stands
weather-torn and wild
seasons clamor, carve
rings of fire—withering frost
boughs bear the weight of raving gales
limbs unshorn by fleeting gusts
reading winds that never stay
listening, bending, bold ∴
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