The Oak Out My Window

| Flower Roberts

Growing up, I had an oak watching over me.

It was small when I was small. We both grew.

Now it reaches for the sky with its beautiful branches.

I walked around my old home place on Christmas Eve.

Feeling grateful for a safe place to grow up.

Happy I had a room under this lovely, sheltering tree.

FLOW

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