She held a bowl of water
She was the daughter of the sea.
Threw down her deep roots
Grew to be this magnificent tree.
Behold the morning star
Her soaring dreams high above.
All of her angels guide her hand
Gentle kindness and love.
Focus the light
Herald it in your hearts.
Our eyes twinkle as a star
Reflected upon the sea.
Lady Oak a tradition in stone
A heart of love has become your own.
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