Bryce Nelson
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welcome to the community:
The yellow daffodils looked on,
In the shade of this solitary oak tree;
Providing refuge to many,
In the vagrant seasons until now;
Standing tall over the purple wintercreeper flowers. Red-breasted nutcatcher, goldfinch and titmouse
Perched on its branches,
Acknowledging spring;
The bumble bees hovering
Over the honeysuckles below,
Old grandpa too sitting under his favorite shade,
Nor far away -
The long grass blades glinting in the sun. Fracturing the monotonous landscape
The sound of an impetuous wood cutter;
Its solitude all shook up,
A desolate landscape now defiant
Where the oak tree stood,
Not so long ago.
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