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The soft pitter patter of rain

Like shimmering crystals in the sky

My bare feet tread through the grass

Between the trees that whisper and sigh



Before me stands a giant oak

Its branches bare in the autumn breeze

Soaking up the tears of the night

Creaking and groaning in silent unease



Climbing up its knotted wood

My nightgown now soaked through

I seat myself on the strongest limb

And try not to tilt askew



Wrapping my arms around its trunk

I press my ear to the bark

And listen patiently to its breathing

And the silent beat of its heart



Soon I must travel back to bed

For the long night had begun

But I will always have that wonderous memory

When the oak and I were one.