Oak trees are green and
Well, all trees are green -
sometimes brown too,
Or mottled with gold
kissing skies that are blue,
Roses have thorns whilst
violets wont last,
Spring whimsies with flimsies
are flings of the past,
Red leaves or no leaves -
limbs thick with flowers,
Beneath blankets of blossoms
we call each other ours.
Most trees are one colour
though some are another,
What really matters
Is that we love each other.















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