Colours Of The Great Oak Poem by Shirley Harrison

Colours Of The Great Oak

As my summer now turns to autumn
I reflect on the warmth and beauty that has surrounded me
and very soon, when the bright green leaves from this magnificent oak
turn a dusky shade of pink and orange
well, I shall watch them change gracefully
because there's nothing more joyful
to see than that, at least for me.

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