The Laund oak, here bending rainbows out of sunlight, is an 800 year old oak, one of the oldest trees in Yorkshire. I was last here 4 years ago, and the oak has lost some of it's north side since then, but it's weird and wyrdful beauty still stands intact.
O never harm the dreaming world,
the world of green, the world of leaves,
but let its million palms unfold
the adoration of the trees.