Majestic Oak Tree

I am just a dust to your grandiose, and majestic stance.
No, you won’t look at me!
For the sky glances in awe of your glorious visage and manners.
Like the majestic oak tree I love to see amidst Remington.
As I walk the park each spring.
You capture centuries of subtle splendor and decent fondness…
Yet a fierce and consuming that fire arises in me…
I cannot comprehend, neither bear to ponder.
Each minute each moment
And probably, from this time forth
Hence till death after!