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Yon blooming oak

Yon blooming oak

One single special seed amidst an acorn.. that small shaped shrivelled thing..shall grow into a towering oak tree..full of foliage in the spring..

Ah that lovely lonesome oak tree standing steadfast amongst the earth..garnished with it’s glorious greenery.. a canopy to shroud such special worth..there is none quite like yon blooming oak..a sheltering from the pelting rain..pickup yon seed of the oak..don’t let it lie in vain..

Plant the little oaknut and water it so well..and watch a tiny sprig of life rise from it’s shell..tend and nurture it and give it space to spread..scatter springtime bulbs all around the acorn bed.. betwixt the timelessness of time your oak tree will grow..with those sensational seasonal daffofils that you planted down below

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Marion

Again...such beautiful imagery Jill, I love trees...I think they are spiritual beings and I don't give a shit who laughs?....most days I'm happier with nature and trees than I am with people!! Pinned ?

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Jill Tait

Ty so much luv n honoured at pin xxx???

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