The Elder and the Oak

Such strength resides
within the limbs of
the elder and the oak.

Even those with the mightiest of trunks,
given the harshest force,
might find themselves broke.

The elder is surrounded
by luck and superstition.
It's flowers are just as revered
as each leaf, or a portion of it's bark

The oak, standing mighty and tall, limbs stretching out wide.
Even it's leaves hold such strength, that they
can blot out the sun and give to the ground only dark.

I damaged tree can heal, a limb can be lost,
one can survive lightning strikes,
even stand against the wind despite being hollow.

With all the strength a tree might hold,
a man can still hack and reduce one
to a pile of chips by the 'morrow.

I shall watch over you, my elder, and my oak.
I shall protect you from all.
I shall grow with you, and join in your strength.

This, I promise you.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 466 AF.