Rowan Oak
Rowan Oak
Grow strong, my son, like the trees you were named for,
with roots that sink deep, unshaken by the storm.
Let the winds howl, let the seasons change—
you will stand, unwavering, steady, and brave.
Your branches will stretch toward endless skies,
reaching for dreams with unyielding might.
And though the world may test your soul,
your heart will shine, steadfast and whole.
Know this, my child, my brightest light—
you are the dawn in my longest night.
A force of nature, fierce and free,
One day you will stand tall like the mighty tree.
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