Sister to the brave oaks.

Grass blur

In the curve of silence
strength waits beneath
surrounded by fallen leaves
Curled copper degrading
Quelled to the cooling air, such
Ancient roots navigate
Approaching winter’s stealth
As one awaits quiet amongst the oaks
For the cold days’ slip into nights
Until one awakens to walk
Ramble their gnarled bodies
In silence without dreaming
Blinking, closing ones eyes
Before brave Chance listens
The quirks arrested silent
On ice drenched boughs
Astride each mighty oak
The silence of her name
Speaks without whisper, or voice
To hear only silent gestures
For brave is her world
Chance to breathe unhindered
Sister to the brave oaks..

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