Sunday, July 17, 2022

The Gray of the Oak

In the window, sees the oak,

A sturdy family same:

Flowers, and a moss coat,

Love did always bring.


Together, we love beyond

This night, oh, night’s mourn,

What the stars rest upon.

Hurry, after you are born…


…To chase love so rare. 

The branches of the tree

Grow beyond all compare

To gaze upon the family.


Silver love like the oak

Stays forever in our minds.

Strong arms never broke–

Now all Heaven’s time.


 




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