In High Definition
In high definition...
There is an old oak tree in our backyard.
This old oak limbs weep like a willow.
It branches out to the stars.
The moon effervescent shines above.
During the winter, the moss hangs low.
I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn.
There is an old oak in our backyard
Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost.
The dawn has broken.
The dew is high.
This old oak is well defined.
She has limbs that reach high in the sky.
The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine.
Her depth is sublime.
This old oak is part of home.
Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on.
This old oak tree stands tall
As a City's landmark.
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Penned on November 22, 2014!
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