In the desolate garden, a withered oak stands,
Branches entangled, like a heart's shattered plans.
Roots, once deep, now in turmoil and unrest,
A sentinel of passion, emotions unexpressed.
Through seasons of torment, it stands alone,
A testimony to emotions, hearts overthrown.
Storms have ravaged, life's cruel, endless test,
This oak, a mirror of longing, hurt, and unrest.
Its leaves fell in the...