A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive. <br />The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log <br />and complicated cover which I lowered) <br />of rich redwood of old green growth <br />the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple. <br /> <br />Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged. <br />Decrease slippery many salamanders for example, <br />going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay. <br /> <br />Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage. <br />Many kinds are compared to the forest <br />where the plantation and other young person maintain <br />social structural their heritage and are managed, <br />at least temporarily. <br />It is expected some watching while a few others <br />all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure. <br /> <br />Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same <br />but different shapes to the feature of the old forest. <br />Some salamanders are short thick headed and round. <br />It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak. <br />Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside. <br />Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because <br />of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-old-oak-tree/
