It was in the oak leaves that I found those words
vaguely familiar,
yet strangely beautiful
in their shape holding
so many promises
of another world
so I wondered
if my spirit could form them
very gently
into a poem.
Oak trees are so full
in the summer.
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Take my hand My Love, as we walk in the woods, covered
in the glory of autumn
where the earth falls in love
with the sky.
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In this place where eagles dwell, and prayers take wings
where the pine and oak trees thrive, holding onto solid ground
and here, where poetry is carried in the sun,
and moonbeams cascading, I know
I really know,
I am never alone.
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Before the crickets and dragonflies appear, tender oak leaves
cover the forest
as they sway in the cool spring breeze, smelling of rain
a canopy
of gentle green
filtering the sun.
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