The Old Oak Tree On The Yonder Hill

As far away as it can be,on the remote yonder hill, stands an old oak tree    
so bold, raw, steadfast in her life,deeply rooted to her earthy past.    
   
I see her everyday, from my usual spot,when on the rocky hills, i freely stroll    
or hike upward to where the spiky shrubs and  thorny jujubes crawl,    
 harboring snakes, locusts, and so much more little joys,    
it is where my inspiration is heavenly got.    
   
The tree was so small seen from two miles far, from three decades ago,    
 but, as times grows older and me growing wiser, all the picturesque beauty back then,    
has become a brain delight, a pleasured meditation, or  deep thinking.....    
Time, age, beauty and human, all are now a subject brewing in the mind,    
like a subject that graduated ascendently from material to abstract concepts,    
with eternal celestial thoughts in mind, uplifted to the intellectual harmony, and celestial charm..........    
   
It was so small, as was i;years passed, she grew older, while i grew wiser that beauty  
 seen from an innocent eye, was full of grains, a shade for herds, and shepherds,    
wild fruits she could yield plenty to make its branches hang low, and touch the ground    
   
.....    
'' Time passed, and i am always a faithful admirer, a tree lover, a sensitive observer,''    
The pastoral, lyrical sight of the oak has wisely grown into a meditational insightful    
 thing, a symbol of faith, of resistance, innocence mixed with wisdom standing higher than i....    
   
But as i approach, i can see the wrinkles that adorn its bark, its shell    
holds the tracks of a tumultuous past, that made her skin feel tough and harsh,    
for a tree to be tender and shady, something i quite understand,  
that we are molded and shaped thru' what we live, not thru' what we are,.......    
An oak that gives her fruits even in abstract form will surely stand up    
against all that may break her branches..
 
 
 
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