Tree Friends

February 20, 2016

In the forest of utter importance,

I see five or six of my favorite oaks placed together,

beautiful paintings plastered over their sides,

Tree after tree, clustered,

yet mine stand apart, sharing loud laughter and gorgeous smiles.

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