The old oak trees ❤️

I looked up thru colourful colossal canopies of old oak trees as golden leaves shivered amidst an Autumnal breeze, and I shouted out aloud “Can you help us please” but as I hung around all I heard was a windy wheeze..

Well how on earth would this wonderful woodland ever know, when all it ever listened to was the winds that blow? These mighty oaks didn’t have a clue about the state of the world in it’s blight of blue..So I told them all what was going on as I sat on an old tree stump, I ended it with a song..Now I knew straight away that these trees had heard coz they bowed their branches, this sight so absurd.. yet I thanked these trees and the good Lord above for showing me compassion and sending me God’s love..