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The oak grove at noon in mid-July,
vibrant and green,
rising from the lowlands
that in spring were deep
with water, defiantly sings
its resilience. The oaks,
standards of hope,
strong, glad, and thriving,
live their words: Keep on.
Keep on.
~ A Joy Warrior's Journey
The oak grove at noon in mid-July,
vibrant and green,
rising from the lowlands
that in spring were deep
with water, defiantly sings
its resilience. The oaks,
standards of hope,
strong, glad, and thriving,
live their words: Keep on.
Keep on.