A Big Oak Tree

Sun, 02/26/2017 - 19:53 -- jlcosby

We are all just leaves, under a big oak tree

While the birds sing

And children play,

We are all just leaves under a big oak tree,

Universes sitting idle,

Under a big oak tree

We are all just universes of our own,

Under one large tree,

A big oak tree

This poem is about: 
Our world

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