Tree Friends

In the forest of utter importance,

I see five or six of my favorite oaks placed together,

beautiful paintings plastered over their sides,

Tree after tree, clustered,

yet mine stand apart, sharing loud laughter and gorgeous smiles.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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