The Oak
I want to be as solid as the oak.
I want to stand in the world, tall and mighty.
I want to have my roots stretched deeply into the earth, spamming a million miles.
Yet I sit here. Not an oak but trying.
To be solid and...
I want to stand in the world, tall and mighty.
I want to have my roots stretched deeply into the earth, spamming a million miles.
Yet I sit here. Not an oak but trying.
To be solid and...