An Old Oak Tree
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She stood beneath an old oak tree,
And peered up to the sky,
And her hand reached up, through the leaves,
As it sang a lullaby,
To the silent ghosts, and to her soul,
To all within its care,
And made everything one, within its reach,
The green, the cool, the air,
And they became a rainbow fountained love,
A fountain of harmonious shade,
Pouring serene from under this tree,
In the tranquil it had made,
She stood beneath an old oak tree,
And as soon as she'd arrived,
It sang the sweetest song to her,
Now her soul has been revived.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2018
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