Wednesday 7th February 2024
May I rest here for a while
Said the Robin to the tree
Yes of course said the oak
Please, feel free
The Robin sat awhile
Admiring the view
The tree made no noise
Until the Robin upped and flew
His branches creaked and swayed
As the wind rustled through his leaves
It is one’s duty to offer safety to another
This is what that old oak firmly believes
It was a place of refuge
For so many seeking shelter
That large, old oak tree
Really was a great protector
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