Poetry

The Whispering Oak

The oak stands tall and proud, the wind caressing her leaves.

She shades us from the afternoon sun, there are more, she is my favorite one.

She sees all that happens and watches with care, the view must me great from up there.

One a quiet day if you listen closely “I see you!” You can hear her say.

I whisper in return ” I see you too!”.

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