the old tall oak
stands firm in its roots
it has stood there for many years
wind blows, rustling its leaves
still green leaves
splashed against
a perfect cerulean sky
on an october afternoon
an idyllic scene
it welcomes the birds that come
and perch on its branches
each day
the birds convene
they chatter back and forth
the tree smiles
it loves them like children
and the birds have had their meeting
they fly of in a gathered flock
as though children of the wind
And the tree smiles once again
and bids them farewell ...for today
They will be back tomorrow
and the cycle will repeat
Shellie Sands
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