There beneath an old oak tree
Near the trunk grow a golden sheen
From deep within the forest green
So few have come; So few have seen
Wherein now the beauty shines
Far and deep within shall nature hide
Fragrant smells of forest air
A secret place so few know where
In winter sleeps beneath the cold
The flowers, children to bed were sown
Awaiting warmth of Springtime air
To rise once more into a golden glare
Long before, not long ago
Arose a land of green nature called a home
A promise land for living things
Now dust and sand because of greed
(01/11/2021)
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