My Dance with the Oak King

It's a warm mid-summer day, carried with a hush of a breeze
Bright blue sky and a glowing sun
Feeling the rays bounce from the green grass
Through out the oak and pine trees
Intensifying a deeper minty and emerald,
each leaf is being caress to reflect
As I am sitting underneath an oak tree admiring the beautiful view
Suddenly the tree reaches out it's nearest branch
And asks me may I have a dance?
I take the branch hand in hand with mine
As being lifted above the ground, the tree spins me around once
Then lets me go,
I continue to freely spin in the air with my arms wide open
Unleashing all the green energy that pours out from within
I gently fall back in to the oak king's arms
Waking up from my dream holding a leaf in my palm

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