Poem - Merlin's Oak by Alienor

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- Merlin's Oak

Merlin's Oak
by Alienor

Have you ever seen an oak waver?
Have you seen it bend, shake and quiver?
It once laid by the throbbing forest of the Sorcerer,
Where the owls hoot and the trees whisper.
One dewy autumn morning,
When the sun was just waking,
When the clouds were painting up high
Their sinuous rainbows in the flushed sky,
When the early robin had not yet taken its flight,
And the moon still chanted the mysteries of the night,
When all was waking and yet drowsy with sleep,
When the world was stirring yet still huddled in a heap,
The oak sighed ever so lightly,
The leaves shivered ever so softly
And the large twisted trunk seemed to twist yet more
Until the tip of it's smallest branch could touch the sea shore.
Whether t'was sad or relieved, none knows.
But so the story goes
That the frail hand of a child
Grazed the oak's hard bark
And the tree gave a start
At a touch so light and mild,
It then started to bend and twist,
The dark wood creaked and hissed,
Until the trunk roughly pictured
The smiling face of an old wizard.
The infant beamed at the great oak
And then released the gentle touch
And the face vanished like smoke
And none ever saw again a magic of such.

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