The Live Oak

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the roots lie buried, spread wide and unseen,

digging deep, the anchor of our being.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the branches stretched out from old to new,

occasionally to break and wither from view.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, a leaf is shed and blown by wind,

a reflection of changing seasons and reasons.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the limbs spread wide to shade and shelter,

if not sought, no protection is brought.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the roots thirsting for elements of life,

to nourish our soul, to flow with new might.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the surface rough and unsightly may be,

but viewed again, the beauty is seen.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the shape is twisted by wind and time,

a destiny guided by unseen lines.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, a heavy burden may split away,

the wound to heal, a stronger new way.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak, the trunk our foundation,

the past our formation.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak,

a new ring is formed as our antiquity is born.

 

Our heritage is a Live Oak.

 

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