"Upon the high ridge brow, as sentry stands a solitary oak
Its scarecrow frame so dark against the evening sky
Alone it breathes for all of us:
Its alveolar shape the planetary lung
Fired by a crown, the crimson solar orb
That hails this remnant of the Druid's sacred grove
This lightning-tree that rules the skyline, still."
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