https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_oak
I stand tall and green, shading, like an umbrella, Towering over the gray shingle roofs of my neighborhood. And evergreen I am called; I stay green all year round. My leaves never turn golden and russet colors That float down and gather among the emerald-green grass. Only my fallen acorns that lie scattered are gathered By the squirrels that scurry around. My leaves dance when the exhalation breath waltzes around And tickles my fancy. At night, the mockingbirds perch Among my limbs and serenade me to sleep.
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