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Quite often, I think my descriptions are pointless, inappropriate or just a desperate effort to make the above-submitted look more interesting. An artist's work should speak for itself. I should seriously consider that.

But if there is something one must admire in all this nature - a powerful, indestructible incarnation of Gaia -, it is by all means the mighty Oak.

Stejar, Oak, Chêne, Eiche, Carvalho, whatever its name, it is great. In an oak forest, it does not get the chance of growing to its largest. But left alone, it spreads its gnarled arms and fingers like saying "be there no one telling me to move".

They take storms head on and stand for decades and centuries. Some could even tell stories of kings, outlaws, horses and spaceships, given we understood them.

Eventually, resourceful man came up with petrol/explosive-powered means of bringing these giants down - dynamite, tanks, chainsaws... only to be turned into furniture and railroad sleepers! How low.