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Dec 2018
Oak trees crown of leaves does sit,
reminding all of its sacred stature.

It stands giving shade in summer,
and beauty with leaves of color in Fall.

It’s rooted in Winter season of sleep
with snowflakes that sparkle in splendor.

And its eminence tall sends out fragrances
against showers that bring Spring flowers.

Yes, Oak tree you are a prince I bow to,
as you have my allegiance forevermore.
Inspired by Paul Hansford Thanks
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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