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Giant oak tree

Within a vast field of flowers

All alone

Watching the flowers play together

Which thrive in his shade

Blue and Pink, Pink and Blue

As he looks among the crowd

For one who is like him

Out in the distance, a distinct outline

Could it be one of his kind?

No, Just a mirage, a trick conveyed by the mind

A need that has lasted his entire life time

Branches now empty of leaves

Reaching out like old crippled fingers

Yearning to make contact with one of the same

As the flowers begin to wither and go

To another tree whose health and strength is shown.