Giant Oak

I am ancient, old, and still,
I have stood in this same place for an age,
Other's before have been cut down and brought to a mill,
But here I stay anceint, old, and still in this cage.

For years here I've stayed, for years I sleep,
My roots bend low and grow quite deep,
My life is never ebbing like the sea,
Only in this same wood doth stand me,

I am anceint, old, and still and here I'll stay,
Until my roots are taken away,
But for now I will stand and not sway,
And I am ancient, old, and for now...still.