The Truth About Tigers

occasional musings and free verse poetry, approximately



Red Oak

Leaves, once emerald, now ablaze in a fiery red,
Vibrant under the caress of morning light.
Proudly, it flaunts to the world,
The secret of its name,
Concealed across seasons, only to
Burst forth onto nature’s grand stage,
As our hemisphere gently tilts from the sun’s embrace.

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