Memories.
Outside, sat an old oak tree
Gnarled and twisty as can be
I hugged him for good luck and
sat under the crooked branches during the storms
He smiled when the rain pelted his leaves
Enjoying the earthy water from the clouds
A blessing, it was!
To watch the old oak tree absorb
the essence of life and revitalize
Its leaves birthed bright green
Its trunk richly brown and healthy as the wet soil
During…
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