Under The Oak Tree


The green leaves on the oak tree,
remind me of the time you decided to leave.
I had hoped you'd come back the next day,
but to my surprise I didn't have a say.
Just like the time we sat by the pond,
all I ever wanted was some time to bond.
So I'm asking you now to come back for me,
as I'm waiting under this old oak tree.

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