The Oak
The mighty oak towers to the
sky,
And watches all the seasons
go by,
Summer, fall, winter, and
spring,
Watching the birds migrate and
sing.
Dropping its seeds to the
ground,
Observes its children growing
around,
Lives a happy life until one
day,
Loggers cut it down and carry
it away.
sky,
And watches all the seasons
go by,
Summer, fall, winter, and
spring,
Watching the birds migrate and
sing.
Dropping its seeds to the
ground,
Observes its children growing
around,
Lives a happy life until one
day,
Loggers cut it down and carry
it away.
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