The Great Old Oak Tree

The Great Old Oak Tree was kind,
Towards her feathery tenants that could fly,
Furry tenants that could hide,
Two legged-tenants that under her shed, would confide.

The Great Old Oak Tree was as strong,
As the promise made by a little girl in her song,
As the brave warrior who fought the wrong,
As the crazy lovers who loved each other for so long. 

The Great Old Oak tree was everything,
A place of prairie for lovers to sing,
A cozy home for calm creatures who'd bring,
Happiness and a world full of serene.
-5th March 2016
 
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