Mighty Oak
We start out life as blossoms. Then we turn to hues of green.
Our resting place is on the wise and mighty oak tree.
The oak displays us ever so proudly, way up high.
Where we can almost touch the heavens. The sky.
We dance in the soft breeze, for all to admire and see.
Our purpose is to make air, so others can breath.
As we grow old, we’ll shelter the squirrels. The birds.
We silently sit. We need no introductions. No words.
When our time is nearly finished; we’ll fade and turn brown.
The mighty oak will then set us free.
We’ll gracefully float to the ground.
For our grand finale, we’ll slowly vanish into the soil.
We’ll nourish the oak. Return next season.
We’re its’ servants. We are loyal.
We’ll begin again as blossoms, and then change to hues of green.
Our resting place will be back on the wise and mighty oak tree.
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