Wish I Had a Love Like Those Two

Soulmate oak trees with curly branches grew next to each other, in the Kentucky meadow. Communicating through squirrel squeaks Bird beeps, and the whistle of the wind through their well-formed branches. They uplifted each other enjoying their golden moments as well as their unique love story. The optimistic meadow rejoiced with them in the fall spinning around them in ambers and oranges announcing the forthcoming coolness of winter when Jack Frost would surround them in sparkly, shiny diamond whites. A romantical, yearning, young cattail revered the soulmate oaks I wish I had a love like those two, she said with a long drawn out sigh. The equally romantic cattail to her left gave her a gentle kiss. You do now, he assured her, you do now.