I Am An Oak Tree
I am an oak tree and my sister stands near,
our roots intertwined for many a year,
we hold up the soil where sweet grass once grew
for all the young children to play and run through,
now we're a pasture for cows that will graze.
Twin Oaks we are named by a road that runs by
as we still lift our branches to clouds in the sky,
and remain unchanged in the landscape of things~
though folks barely notice in their rush to catch rings
of glittery gold in life's tough tangled maze.
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