Life Poems / Poetry

Oak Tree

Here we are gathered
in one giant oak tree.
I can’t see who you
are at the top.

I glance round,
recognizing faces
smiling down at me.

I am prideful of
my heritage and traditions
passed down generation
after generation.

My roots run deep
within this tree.
Birds sing, words echo,
all as we continue on.

Slowly we grew from
a small sapling
into this wise oak tree
with deep roots.

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