Oak.
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? My life is a graceful oak, standing tall and proud in the glorious sunlight. It stretches upward, climbing high into the sky with every breath it takes. Even when the clouds are over the sun, a silver lining is still visible, and the great oak reaches further and further forward, marching towards the top. Strong at the roots, and seeds from the branches, tirelessly getting stronger, and bearing more of it’s wonders. What is the goal?
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