Oaktrees

Like fathers watching over us,
Torn by growing love, then loss,
The trees so silent, strong and gentle,
Lying in their beds of moss

Dancing under such oak trees
In dreams I see us once again;
A picnic in the springtime hush
Wind, it whispers of no end.

The trees sway softly as we dance -
Shaking off their coats of frost,
Secrets rustle through their leaves,
Wars unfought were never lost;

We shall not fight, nor shall we cry,
In daylight only laugh and smile,
And if, perchance it should arise,
In sadness sleep a little while.

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