Subtle Strength

This is the place where strength dwell,
A strength unfolds that few can tell.
With roots entwined in earth's embrace,
The silent oak holds steadfast grace.

Though storms may rage and winds may howl,
It stands its ground with solemn scowl.
Each branch a tale of battles fought,
Yet calm within is all it’s taught.

The gentle sway of leaves at play,
A dance of peace that won’t betray.
For though the world may twist and bend,
Its quiet heart will never end.

In subtle ways it offers shade,
Where weary souls might seek cascade.
No grand display or boastful fight,
Just humble strength in soft twilight.

So let us learn from this old tree,
That strength can flow so quietly.
With every storm we face anew,
We find our roots and hold them true.