Tree
Oak tree resting in the park
Its trunk are full of wrinkles
Who are full of wisdom and grace
It has been planted a long ago
It has been waiting like a steppe wolf
For someone special to give a message
A message which is curved in a stone
Stone that is so old that cries to be reborn
Maybe prophecy will come true,
Maybe that special one is born
In another galaxy,
Maybe it is around the corner
Maybe the prophecy
Will never come true
But the oak tree
Will be still in the park
Waiting for someone
To open the gate
Copyright © Aleksandra Kovrlija | Year Posted 2021
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