Oaks
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In all the years I have walked among oaks ,
I’ve seldom sat and let their allures soak.
With their limbs , on hikes ,I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor I spread.
A bloom for you
by Vir Singh
The spring is at its climax
Birds are singing with the music of winds
Celebrating the spring season.
