Oak Tree
The majestic oak disrobed
His full attire lay scattered all around
Colours fit to clothe a King
Autumn robes of gold upon the ground
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Oak Tree
The majestic oak disrobed
His full attire lay scattered all around
Colours fit to clothe a King
Autumn robes of gold upon the ground
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Beautiful. My little oak still wears his gold but I am sure it won’t be for long.
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Thank you Elaine. With the frost we had this morning I think the trees will all be pretty bare soon. xx
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