They can see the sunlight
As it glides between the leaves
Bright Gold and yellows and white
Cascading from the taller trees
The old oaks share their stories
As the seedlings strain to hear
Their tales of ancient glories
That The elder oaks reveal
And the sun illuminates the stage
And the fearless youth grow tall
But hidden in the truth of age
One by one they’ll fall
So in time their stories fade
As the saplings reach the sky
they forgot their roots are anchored in
All the old oaks that have died
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