The Oak and the Rose
An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things -
Wind and water and weather.
And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed
The oak tree grew so high
That now it spoke of newer things -
Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.
“I guess you think you’re pretty great,”
The rose was heard to cry,
Screaming as
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