a little red-gold could be seen
in the earth
and in the stream
when little oak woke from winter’s sleep
and from the stream beneath his feet
he drank deep
and into him
a little red-gold did seep.
Through spring’s rains
and warming sun
the little oak put out his
bright green leaves
and all through summer he did grow
more strong and more tall
but deep inside of each green leaf
a little red-gold
waits for fall.
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