Old Souls
I see the evergreen live oaks in my backyard as old wise souls
Cosmic storehouses of wisdom, integrity and strength from the source
They stand tall soaring up high with their expansive curved brushwood
Spreading it in various directions to meet up with nearby oaks in the neighborhood
Beautiful shaded canopies they form bringing their shiny green foliage closer together
Make numerous cool, unruffled spots in the backyard to hang-out in burning summer weather
I respect their grandfatherly presence whenever I see them,
Admire their might and ability to provide generously to various animal domains
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